CHiLLEN's Dream Journal

I was at some kind of shop. It reminded me of a arts and craft shop. I was with my brother and Eddy-I.

It was dark, and I spotted the machine I used to work on, which in RL, this is untrue.

My brother picked up something and yelled out some orders, to make 4 or so keys. He was joking around, but was taken serious by the workers there, and had placed the order of the keys. A manager came up to my brother and told him to fill out details for the keys.
We were all surprised by what was happening, that a joke was taken serious.

The shop was very compact, as there wasn't much room to get by other people who were in the shop.

I was waiting near a rack of items, when I felt someone grab me by my love handles, and pulled me from side to side. I turned to see who was it was, and noticed that it was a chick, which was decent looking. She smiled at me, and I returned the smile. I mentioned about grabbing my love handles in a laughing manner, and I grabbed her hips to do the same as she did to me. I could feel the skin as I grabbed it.
I could feel a mutual attraction between us.

I walked passed a mirror and had a quick look at myself. I thought I looked pretty good (except my hair was different, my fringe was kind of pushed over my brow, and my hair looked a bit longer)

(Things that I remembered briefly)
Jamie S house.
Germain (he had no sense of humor, I must have played a little joke on him)

I think I was at a friends house? (Josh A).

I was sitting out in a backyard, under a veranda. The veranda, looked like my old house in blackland.

Jumped scene.

I was now playing basketball at the local basketball stadium. I was warming up on court 5 with a few mates (Drew, Loki S, Stubs and Nick E).

I could see 2 basketballs on the court, a orange one which was getting used, and a black basketball, that was left in the center of the court.

The team we were about to verse, had arrived for warm up.

I noticed a guy that I knew of from high school (Dylan Mc). He was the controller of the scoreboard etc.

Someone on my team had asked me ''Are you a good basketball player'', I replied ''Not really'', even know I knew I was a decent player.

The game was about to start. We had 8 players on our team I think, because there was 3 to be placed on the bench. I asked who want to start in the game. I decided to start myself on the bench.

Drew and Nick, were on the bench for me. Someone (nick?) on the bench told me that Stubs was not going out tonight to a nightclub called Blitz, I said ''he didn't go last week either, he needs to make an effort''. Nick had replied saying ''we shouldn't assume, and that he may have had a good reason.'' I agreed.

We were getting our asses handed too us, I had noticed the score for our team was in the minus 40's. I subbed myself in and brought a lot of energy and speed to the team.

I was giving 100%, getting turn overs and at one point in the game I had jumped for the ball and while still in the air, threw the ball down our end of the court to give us a good counter attack. Our team were lazy, they were giving off an impression of disappointment, because of the ball not going exactly in their direction, which could have easily been picked up if they had put a small effort into it.
I was running very quickly up and down the court, and at one stage I was sliding into the wall and bouncing off of it, back into play.

The other team had an older man playing, he was a decent player. He had scored a 3 pointer not far from me, and I gave him credit for it and tapped his side as he ran passed me, and I said ''Nice shot'', he replied ''Thanks''.

It must have been the end of a quarter, and we were working out who should be subbed on and off. I mentioned that had been off already, but no one really cared, they all wanted to play. I think I decided to sub myself off again.