Taffy's Sweet Dreams

I was in gym playing volleyball. Our team was losing, and it seemed like no one knew how to play. Everyone kept gathering to the left side of the court, then the right. I told everyone to spread out but no one was cooperating. The other team started to slip up a bit, so I figured it was time to make a comeback. I served, but the ball didn't even go over the net. Someone on the other team was arguing that it was there serve now, but I served it again anyway, and still didn't make it over. I let it go and just gave them the ball. They served and I ran to the right, then dove. I floated a bit, like gravity wasn't working correctly, but ended up missing the ball anyway. They served again and someone else dove, but the ball landed on his face. When I pulled the ball off, one of his eyes had a skull inside it, which looked like the painting by Salvador Dali, el restrato de la guerra. It was creepy, but I didn't think about that, I was glad the ball didn't hit the floor. I guess it counted as a point for us in the dream?