Thursday, July 3, 2008


I use to have this recurring dream when I was younger. I was standing
on a basketball court that had everything in shadow out of bounds and
beyond. I would wonder around the court until other people would show
up. For some reason they always came from a stairwell that suddenly
lit up. As these giant figures descended, I became afraid. They were
huge. One would bend over, pick me up, and start to dribble. These
giants began a Harlem Globe Trotter's routine with my body.

I don't know why but this dream haunts me. To this day, I get the
shakes when I hear that Globe Trotter's tune.


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