Dreams

Since Martin Luther King Day was Monday, let me talk about my dream I had last night. (Another well done introduction Barnes, I must say.)

I’ve somehow achieved my boyhood dream of playing in the NBA. I’m on the Detroit Pistons playing alongside Rip Hamilton and Rasheed Wallace (I’m assuming I’ve replaced Chauncey Billups because he’s not on the court with us). It’s the final seconds of the game and I get a kickout and drive to the hoop. I get clobbered but there’s no foul. Fast forward to the next game. I’m back out there in crunchtime and once again I get the ball with the game on the line (the second game was slightly different. Game 1 was in an NBA arena. This one was played in my parent’s living room for some reason. There were hoops, markings, everything like an NBA floor, except it was in my parent’s living room.) I drive again, get fouled even harder than the night before and still no call. I turn and look at the ref and he’s just staring at my mom’s chair. I absolutely lose it. I’m throwing things in the locker room, cursing everyone out. I get up to the press conference and say, “I know this will probably get me fined, but I don’t understand a league where officiating integrity is one of its major problems can continue to have such incompetent people doing this job.” A reporter asks me a question, I reply, “Both teams played hard.” Another asks a different question, same response. After a few more responses exactly the same, the reporters move on to Sheed. During my “Both teams played hard” monologue, Sheed seemed entertained, bobbing his head as if in agreement, but not saying anything. Now it’s Sheed’s turn to talk…and I wake up.

Yes, this was an actual dream I had last night. I don’t think I could make this up, nor do I know how I remember this in such detail. (How bad is it that I have dreams like this? I might need psychological help. I can’t wait to spend my first hour telling Rasheed Wallace backstories so that the psychologist can understand this stories context. Best $100 I’ll ever spend. I can't believe I woke up right before he spoke.). Anyway, the moral of this story is that dreams don’t mean anything. Brock claimed to have a dream Friday night with the final score of the NFC Championship where the Packers prevailed. On Monday, he recanted his story and on Tuesday, he claimed his dream had a different meaning. Friday night he watched a movie staring Heath Ledger and then look what happened. I’m not sure how his dream about football foreshadowed a Hollywood actor’s death, but he claims he has powers. If these powers apply to everyone, the cast of Superbad should be on watch. Because that’s what I watched Tuesday night.