CHiLLEN's Dream Journal

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.