Dreamlog

Fragment:
I'm with Androids 17 and 18 from Dragonball Z, and a coworker.

King's Training:
I'm in a warehouse-type area on a metal stairwell going up.
There is a line of kids, classmates, lined up for try-outs.
An intercom announces that the King's Tournament will begin soon.
I remember that the King's Tournament is for basketball.
A group of 3 kids in front of us recognize me and the person I am with.
They seem impressed that we have King's Training.
There is a sense of belonging in the group. Something similar to how I felt in marching band from high-school.
In this situation I was the senior, inspiring the younger ones.
The person in front of me in line is up. He messes up his free-throws and become very frustrated.