I finally remembered a dream!
It was basketball, and it was the team I was on my senior year. Coach Johnson was in my dream, and my dad, and Giules, and her dad. It was a tournament at the end of the season, and we had three games. I was injured, and sat the first two games out. My dad came to the last game and was in disbelief that I didn't play. I felt stupid afterward, like I had wasted my last games, that I should have worn my shoes, and that I should have tried harder.
I also coordinated some type of dance for our team to do, and they were all wearing pink jumpsuits.
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