Dream Journal
October 7, 2010
I was playing basketball in a dimly-lit gymnasium. I don’t know where this came from, as I almost never play or think about basketball. I sucked. I never made a single basket, I couldn’t maintain a dribble, and half my passes were totally off. I found I was getting the ball unusually frequently, though. My enthusiasm was high, and I was running all over to get the ball, so that’s how I made sense of it. Half the players were thought forms or non-lucid dreamers, sort of dark forms just moving slowly around, but not really participating. As the game went on, more and more players and/or thought forms filled the court so that it was really crowded.
I have a vague recollection that this didn’t start out as basketball, that it was a room full of people, gathered for some other purpose, and that the basketball game sort of took hold.
Missed Shots: My belief that I suck at basketball translated to the dream. With the slightest effort, I could have made every shot, but I was limited by my beliefs.
I’ve found it difficult to do sport activities relating to rhythm and gravity, such as dribbling in basketball and juggling in soccer.
Dreamers: This is a situation where it’s difficult to tell if we’re dealing with unaware dreamers or thought forms. Since the room had a lot of people in it already, some were probably vaguely attracted to the game. Perhaps others were conjured to be the opposing team. It was odd how dark and shadowy some were compared to the people who were clearly more aware and awake.