LAST NIGHT (typed immediately afterward) – I had a dream in which I was in some sort of physical education class, in college, where there were about 50 students waiting. We actually feared DYING, because this was during a war and we had fled our planet to escape certain death. Our alien captors found us, forcing us into 5 groups. We were separated by colors.
It turns out that the aliens were actually intramural volleyball referees (and I make that mistake all the time.) My team had to face the Fort Hays State volleyball team, the team ranked 12th in the nation at one point. I felt inadequate, but decided to play up at the net. I would jump, oh so very high, blocking 80% of their shots. My legs felt unsure, but I jumped as high as possible each time.
Everyone was astonished. I felt kinda mad about that.
After the game, I picked up the single sheet flyer with stats and small articles on the match. That seems odd now, producing a mini-newspaper right after an intramural game. I was mentioned several times, having a ridiculous number of blocks (68!) and also at least one mention in a story. The story pretty much said that I was usually the worst player ever… but that I didn’t seem to care this time.
When I flipped over the flyer, I noticed my stats from last year’s match: 3 blocks. The dream felt good.