Hoop Dream # 8731 or 'The Move'

A dream last night. Detailed here from hastily scribbled, post-dream notes, barely legible eighteen hours later ....

I drove across town to my old high school, which in real life is less than a mile away.

I recognized it as being across town because I passed by my favorite fish 'n' chips food truck.

(Or could that have been my past flashing before me?) 

What I thought was going to be a get together of five or six old friends for a hoops session ended up being 5-on-5 full court with more old friends arriving and claiming 'next.'

And which in the blink of an eye, changed to an imaginary court where I've worked all those years since high school. (Which I've always thought would be a great idea .... a basketball court for lunch breaks.)

Running like we were all seventeen again.

And one creative move worthy of being grouped with the best of Julius Erving or Michael Jordan non-dunk moves .... a move that would have required hands twice the size of mine and degrees of extreme improvisational athletic ability that I never possessed.

(Though I did have a real-life moment or two in my past.)

..... and that move seemed so simple and natural. 😅 Like I've been there and done that before.

And just like that, the five-minute game was over, and it was back to the reality of being seventy again.

And wondering if I summoned up every ounce of energy within my current senior status into one wild two or three second burst, if I could approach recreating the move.