Wow!! A basketball playing dream. 🏀
It's been a while.
Why am I never 68 years old in my dreams?
Wanting to impress a female friend who was watching.
(Not sure who but I have a guess.)
A high-level game ..... mid-game slipping into a different gear.
Playing defense with cat-like reflexes.
Suddenly realizing that it was how I could impact the game.
Running the court with bottomless amounts of energy.
Constantly in the passing lanes!!
Snagging passes out of mid-air with one hand .... catching it like it fit into my hand perfectly.
Quick!! Fast!! Sleek!! Lithe!!
Changing direction without stopping.
Becoming a defensive monster ..... The second coming of Scottie Pippen or Gary Payton amplified.
(All these guys these days that they label, "shut down defenders" are nothing like I remember those two.)
Who knew that I was capable? 😆
Just as suddenly, it was over.
What a dream!!
Dreams apparently, don't always have to reflect realty.
The real me, would much rather take a jump shot than spend all that energy on defense.
And why do I always wake up before an ending is reached?
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