Last night, I dreamed that I was playing basketball.

I know, surprise, right?

Well, in this game, I was playing with Charles Barkley, Ahmad Rashad, Michael Jordan, Patrick Ewing, John Starks, Dominique Wilkins, Scottie Pippen, Muggsy Bogues and Craig Seger.

We were playing in a sold out gymnasium that had a high school feel to it in that it had bleachers only on one side of the court. It was for charity.

Craig Seger showed up in a red-headed afro wig, purple satin tighty shorts, rainbow tank top and knee high red-white-and-blue socks. Everyone laughed at him and called him a clown. And he took attention away from Ahmad Rashad who, in my dream, was no better than the average punk streetballer who you meet in your city courts ….. and he shot like Carlton from Fresh Prince.

After warm ups, we began to play. Me, MJ, Pipp, Ewing and Ahmad vs. Starks, ‘nique, Sir Charles, Muggsy and Seger.

A few plays into the game, MJ passed to me on the baseline and I went up for the shot – short corner, easy money. Well, Barkley destroyed my shot. He grabbed his own block, passed the outlet to Muggsy and he rifled it to John Starks on the opposite wing. Starks raced up the court with the ball and tried to cross over Pipp on the wing but he stepped on Pipp’s shoe by accident. His fibula cracked at the midway point and he collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony. His leg was all lumpy where the break was and everyone was like “ew”.

Then I woke up.

I was sweating (as though I had played basketball) and I grasped at my ankle to make sure it was ok. Then I jumped out of bed, ran to my front window and checked to make sure my car was not towed overnight.

Don’t ask, I had just woken up from a dream. Go with it.

Then, upon seeing that my car was fine, I hopped back into bed and was asleep within a few minutes.

Man, Barkley and MJ can BALL!