Bogus
Ok, so I had a really weird dream last night. Luckily I woke up right after it ended, so I remember most of it. Here is what I have:
I’m in this little store, conviently located in the stands of a stadium, and I want to buy something. at the counter, I tell the lady I’m a Yankee (a player on the baseball team) and that I want to buy this [something]. She makes up this little swipy card that I can use to buy things there (I’ve done this before in my dreams, except I wasn’t a Yankee). Also, I noticed the face on the card wasn’t mine this time, and it was the last time I dreamt about this. So I’m waiting for them to get my card in order, and they do little mistakes like spelling my name wrong, so it takes a little longer. I end up with a five thousand something dollar balance on my card, so I bought whatever it was I came in there for, and then got into a debate with the lady about what was on the cover of some arbitrary magazine on the counter. Shaq is there, for some reason, and he takes my side on whatever it was we were arguing.
When we go back to the stadium, I just sit down and watch the game (lakers vs someone) but Shaq won’t let this magazine thing die. So he actually gets into an argument with players on the court, and it gets really close to a fight breaking out. then some people in the stands get involved, but they suck at it. The most memorable one was the team of girl’s soccer kids who charged on the court, and tried to slide tackle someone, but came up short. My roommate walked across the court too, but said something like “I’m just heading over there…” Everyone who knew him yelled “Boscooooo” as he crossed. All the while I’m still sitting in the stands, watching the mayhem.
Next, the players decide how to settle their dispute. They get a watermelon, and put it on the court. Then each team squared up on each side of an imaginary scrimage line (as in football). (this is where I drop down to seats closer to the court) They punt the melon (not very far), and someone on the lakers recovers it quickly, and runs it a short distance down the court. he’s tackled, but apparantly he got enough distance to prove that he was right about the magazine thing.
This is easily the best game of basketball I have ever witnessed, even though it was in a dream. Also, I’m not sure where most of this stuff came from, because its an especially random dream. Maybe its because I watched the Big Lebowski before I went to sleep last night. Anywise, I was pretty angry at my brain yesterday, because its been letting me down, but I’m pretty sure its redeemed itself in full with this.