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Showing posts with label game. Show all posts
Showing posts with label game. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Bleachers

Dream 1.17.2018



It's game night at Liberty. The varsity basketball team is gearing up to take on the opponents. I'm on the court messing around. One of the team members, Josh, says something insulting to me. I leave the court. I search the bleachers for my friends. I find them at the upper left portion of the stands. I decide to go down to the concessions.

There is an endless amount of food options. Anywhere from hot dogs to hot jambalaya. I think I get a hot dog but by the time I pay for it, it is torn apart on my plate.

Back in the bleachers, I am looking around to see if my friend, Derek, is here. I spot him at the very top bleacher. I am horsing around with a couple buddies of mine, Aaron and Matt. I ask, "is Kirk coming tonight?" I either don't get an answer or nobody knows.

The varsity basketball game has now turned into a volleyball match. During one of the serves, teenage bubblegum music starts to play over the loud speakers. The girls on each side of the court start to dance. It's enough to make a person cringe.

A man enters the gym through the doorway on the second floor. He is wearing a large coat. He sits down on the top bleacher and pulls something out of his jacket. I run out of the gym because I think he is a shooter but he isn't. He's just there to watch the game.

I head back down to the concession stand. This time I order the hot jambalaya. I ask, "how hot is it?" One of the workers says, "I can make it hotter." That sounds good to me. After all, some like it hot. Dream ends.

I wake up

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

The Starters

A Dream From The Past



I am on the varsity basketball team. Tonight is the championship game. My family is here. I want them to see me. I can't wait to play. My friend Tim's dad is the coach. He never plays me. Not once.

After the game, when the gymnasium is near empty, I sit on the bleachers sulking. The coach comes and sits next to me. He can tell that I am upset. He asks, "are you mad at me for not playing you?" I respond with a lie, "I'm not mad but..." I never finish my sentence. He never gives a reason for not playing me. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

The Varsity

Dream 3/30/2017



     I've come to watch a high school soccer game. First the varsity girls are up and then the varsity guys. I run around on the court a bit before the game starts. When I look at the girls on the team I become self-conscious and tell myself to get in shape. I start planning in my head to run more and go to the batting cages to practice my baseball skills so that maybe I could go out for the team. The game starts. I sit in the bleachers. Turns out it isn't a soccer game but rather a hockey game. There isn't any ice on the court, instead, it is just a normal, wooden gym floor.

     During the game, a girl from the stands stands up and makes an announcement. She raises a book in the air and says it was written by her friend and she needs our support. I think her friend is sick. I watch the game some more. It is three vs three. I always thought hockey games had more people on the court than that. A little girl on the bottom bleacher raises up a sign to the rest of the fans. Her sign has about a hundred words on it and they are small. Most people wouldn't be able to read it. I hear her talk to one of the older girls saying, "I brought my sign but they won't let me show it because there are too many words."

     I decide to leave before the game is done. I walk down a hallway and get into an elevator. I hear a family walking close behind. I try to shut the elevator door before they get in but in a panic I push a bunch of random buttons and nothing happens. The family walks into the elevator. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Playtime

Dream 3/10/2017



     Today I am visiting my cousin DJ in Illinois. The whole family plays a game of some sort in the backyard. Everybody is running around as if we are playing tag. I've never played or heard of the game before. I couldn't describe it for you even if I wanted to. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Thursday, February 23, 2017

American Life

Dream 2/23/2017



     I'm in an arcade in the mall. I step into a photo booth and snap a picture of myself. I reach into the drop box where the picture should appear and find several photos of previous picture takers along with napkins and an envelope. I take the envelope. Inside I find a load of money. I fold the envelope in half and slide it into my pocket with the full intention of taking it to the mall security office so it can be returned to its rightful owners.

I leave the mall.

     I'm exploring the barn at my Middletown, Indiana house. I walk over to a shelf and inside a box find stacks of home videos. I am ecstatic because I thought they had been destroyed.

     Walking down a street, I come across a dark, Gothic mansion. Locals call it Thorn Mansion. Somehow I find myself inside the large house. I find no one except for a wax statue of a man. The house hold lots of interesting artifacts but nothing to keep me here, so I leave.

     Someone plays a video game that I used to know. It looks so familiar. It is called "American Life." I used to play it at my cousin's house in Illinois. The game consists of the player creating towns and watching them grow and interacting with people and houses.

     My jeans lay on the floor. Inside one of the pockets I find the envelope full of money. I start looking through the bills and notice that much of the money is foreign. I don't recognize the currency at all.

     Some friends and I search for a restaurant to eat. The driver and I agree that we should eat at either Arbys or Jimmy Johns. My friend Adam says that he's craving Taco Bell. Also he is broke so I need to pay for his food. We decide to eat at Taco Bell. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Volleyball

Dream 2-18-14


Today is my birthday. A party is being held at my old church in Anderson, Indiana. Tons of people are here. 

We decide to play volleyball. The teams are divided up. I tell them that I'll be right back because I need to use the restroom. I go and drain the lizard. When I return to the court I can't remember which team was mine. I choose one. I start to play. A girl crowds my spot because she thinks that I am no good at 
the game. "I'm good," I tell her. She backs off. 

Moments into the game it hits me that I am actually on the wrong team. I continue to play with them, however. I can't remember who wins. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Shark

Dream 5-29-13 




Walking through a warehouse, I see some acquaintances of mine. They are standing on a catwalk above a pool. I walk to them. They draw my attention to the pool. I take a glance. I see a shadow of a creature swimming below the surface. They tell me it is a Great White shark. However, it is only mechanical. They want to play a game. A few more friends come by. We tell them to get into the pool. There are about four men. They wade into the pool. My friends on the catwalk push a button. Right then the shark rises out of the water and lets out a fear-inducing growl. The four men below scream and try to swim away. We all have a good laugh. Dream ends.

I wake up.