Dream Journal 11
I’m playing basketball outside at night with Gerardo, I think. It seems a little like the court at Carmichael Park, but not exactly. It’s just us, shooting around, then some more people come to play. They are men and women, I think some of them were my family. I felt close to them, comfortable with them, but I don’t know for sure who they were. They clogged up the court a bit, and I recall feeling crowded/constrained. I made a break down court and G passed the ball to me from the other end of the court. The dream ended before I could make the layup.