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I am living in a house with a bunch of my friends. I have to sleep on the couch. One girl just moved out and a geeky professor type (with patches on the elbows of his brown suit jacket) is moving in. I have to flip a quarter to see who will get to have the room upstairs. Heads the I get the room upstairs, tails I get the couch. The guy doesn't trust me, but I get the couch and he's happy that I am honest.
Then my friends Bec and Andrew show up along with Elizabeth and David. They're in a big black car and just come to the door to say something very brief and then they get back in the car and leave, blaring metal music. I recognize the song and am excited to hear it especially since these particular people are listening to it, so I yell out "I love this song!" Andrew is driving and is distracted, running into a VW van. No real damage occurs so they continue on their way.
I go back inside and there's a movie playing which I have already seen. It was made by a guy I know and he is screening it in a theatre in our house which looks like the inside of The Oxford theatre but a bit smaller. I have a white plastic instrument which looks like the DS9 space station which fits into both cupped hands. The director walks by before the it starts and I say that I love his film. He asks how I'd already seen it, and I tell him that I saw it at (insert name of mutual friend here)'s house when he showed it to a few of us. He is pleased that I've come to see it again. My teacher Meena is there and encourages me to play the odd plastic instrument during the movie although no one else has yet seen the it and the director is playing a new soundtrack. I wander to another seat and some guy behind me becomes really annoyed that I'm playing music during the movie. I leave and end up in a hospital-like room with rolling dividing walls made of cloth. My friend Cat is there and she's about to go to bed as am I, but I have to go to the couch. I sleep.
When I wake up (in the dream) I go to the high school and there's a basketball game/assembly about to start. Magic Johnson is there and can't play for some reason. Another guy says that's okay because we have (I don't remember his name so I'll call him Eric) Eric. He says that Eric is better because he's taller and lighter than Johnson. The news media frenzy, taking all sorts of pictures of him. Then people begin saying that we can't have a basketball game without black people. I am frustrated that these people are being so stupid. A middle-aged teacher says that it's better this way and that black people are awful. I start yelling at the teacher and saying that you can't put people in little boxes. I say that if she wants to do that, I could easily criticize her for being German. Two of my black friends are at the front and they yell at her (but not with yelling, if that makes any sense) and are going to leave but we get rid of the teacher and the game goes on.
During the game, Eric wows everyone with his high, sustained jumps. He picks up other players, skimming his back along the big scoreboard cube in the middle of the arena and bringing them in for slam dunks. On the screen they play the world record jump to illustrate that Eric's is higher. Eric says that one just has to practice, and one can jump as high as one wants. There are images of people jumping really high, over cars and above buildings. I know that I could do it too if I work at it. That jumps could turn into flying.
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