I dunked on Michael Jordan

So I'm standing in the gymnasium of my old middle school. Ellis School. Awesome. The lights are low, and there's fairly inspiring music playing. We are about to start playing a basketball game, oh boy. I'm wearing red warm up pants, a red jersey, and a red bandana. As I walk toward the area where the stage is on one side of the court (Ellis folks, you know what I'm talking about) I see Kevin Garnett getting loose. I walk up to him and high five him, hard. "COME OOOON!" I yell, and he just yells right back at me.

The opposing team comes out of their locker room, and it's the Miami Heat. I don't actually see D-Wade, Lebron or Chris Bosh, but I know they're there. I then see the score. 76-54, bad guys. I'm on the good guys team, duh. The second half of a game I didn't even know had a first half was about to begin.

I try to say something inspiring to my teammates, but Garnett just says "Man, this hole is deep. We have a lot of work to do."

First possession goes to the Heat, and as I'm trying to defend I realize I'm playing against a girl. Then I realize I'm seeing a mirror image of what's happening on the court in a tiny room, but what's in the tiny room means nothing, while the actual court is what's important. Fun how dreams can do that to you, right?

The girl turns into someone who looks like Jameer Nelson, drives to the hoop, the D collapses on him, and he turns it over. Someone who looks like Mauro Messina passes me the ball, then runs down the court to play defense on me. What? Also, the ball has now turned into a rubber band. So I start "dribbling" the rubber band by just holding it and bouncing the loose part off the floor as I run. It takes a bit of work to get by Mauro, but once I do, I run to the basket aaaaand... miss a layup. Rubber bands are hard to shoot apparently.

The Heat don't really exist anymore, it's just players. Also, KG is gone, and my team is now yellow. We run down the court to play defense, force a turnover again, and I receive the ball at mid court. There standing in front of me is Michael Jordan. I have to play against Michael Jordan. He is wearing all plaid, and has me totally defended.

So I drive past him, jump up, grab the net and dunk on him.

"Is that even legal?" MJ yells to anyone who can hear.

"If the ref didn't call it, it must have been good dude" is my reply.

On the next possession I dunk the ball outright over Jordan and one other defender, no net assistance required. The other team calls timeout.

Now I see my life as a pre-commercial highlight. I'm not sure how many times I had scored (outside of the 2 dunks), but apparently our team was back in the game, I was running down the sideline with my arms out after dunking on His Airness, and the people on my bench were high fiving each other and going bananas.

I don't know if we won the game, but I know the coach was really happy he put me in in the second half.

Awake.