Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles

09/28/2011
"Game On!"

I was a basketball star, on some unknown school's team. We were in the gym, and it seemed like we were only practicing, because there was really no one in the stands. Instead of playing full court, we were playing our game across a horizonal section of one side of the court, using the opposite goals on this end, as if they were full-court distance from each other. After a while, though, it seemed as if my skills just completely left me. For some reason, I couldn't make a single point, to save my life. Everything I threw up there bricked, and my dribbling skills just went strait to hell. I was getting humiliated. Everyone was looking at me and wondering just what the hell was up, but I couldn't explain it.

I had been on the verge of quitting, really, when - just as quickly as they had left me - my skills had suddenly flooded back into me. Not only was I the star I was before, but it seemed that I was actually given some superhuman ability. My shots were just eerily precise, and my dunks had a hang time that almost made it seem like I was levitating. Sometimes I would 'fly' up there, grab the rim with one hand and throw the ball down through the net, with the other. The last dunk I threw down actually tore the goal off of its base, and the whole thing came crashing down onto the gym floor.