Novel & Cerita Basketball Dream

My hair is soaked as if I had taken a shower. Rushing into the kitchen, I get me a bottle of water and guzzle it down. My heart's pounding. After I calm myself I feel disgusting. I take a long shower then go out to the balcony. It's one in the morning and peaceful. The waves of the lake settle me. I ask God what on earth was that dream about? I know most dreams are meaningless. They come through anxiety and the busyness of the day, but some dreams stick. Most times you can't even remember your dreams right after you wake up, but I remember this dream in full detail. Each time I think of it I become afraid.

I admit. We talked for a while longer. Considering the circumstances, Liam is a positive kid. Like any boy his age, he loves basketball and girls. His dream is to study classical ballet once finished with school. He talks about it with a tinge of sadness—he knows already that it may never be a possibility. He’s hopeful, but he worries about his sister. He’s scared that once he’s gone, she will have nothing to hold on to. It’s always just been the two of them.

He had been crushed by the loss of his father as well. “He didn’t live long enough to see me get into the NBA. He would have been so proud. He knew I was hoping to get in,” Q had said. After an hour of talking and enjoying one drink, Deidre had moved in. She kissed Q. At first, he had resisted, but she knew how to persuade a man to take what she was offering. He hadn’t stood a chance. “I should but –” Deidre put her arms around his neck. He was quite tall, but he would have to be to be a basketball player once upon a time. “Everything is going to be okay.”

I subtly pushed the gurney forward. “No!” “Stop!” Serena and Quinn cried out simultaneously. “Sophia, listen to me. Wheel him out, and I’ll agree to whatever you want!” Serena pleaded, her voice strained as she bit her lip. “Mom, I’ve spent so many years with Lannister. I know him best. Let him leave peacefully now. I can’t bear it either, but we can turn his ashes into a ring or necklace and keep him close as if he’s still with us.” I shook my head, pretending to look at Lannister with a sorrowful gaze.

“Okay, anyone can be sponsored and can also join our basketball team can't they?” “That's not the point,” Aiden said, “Except this kid is not just anyone. His father is a legendary NBA player and no offense to you, believe me when I say that kid is greater than you on the court. Dude is like a flash! I think you've got competition man!”

And sure enough… there he was. Dominic. Even from here he stood out, like he always did. Tall. Fast. Too good at everything. Too good looking. And every time I looked at him all I could see were his eyes from my dream. Crying blood. Telling me to run. Calling me a fool. I felt my hands start to shake in my lap. Sarah noticed. “Selena. Talk to me. You’re scaring me.” I swallowed. “I had another dream,” I said finally, my voice barely a whisper.

Her voice held shock "I had a dream last night, about you" I breathe "you died" "Sweetie, its just a dream" "No mom, its not. It seemed so real. That was what happened with Ben" my voice cracked "am staying here" she let out a long sigh, a sigh of defeat. "I won't go anywhere today, so I'll be fine" she said, holding my shoulder "Promise?" "I promise, if that's what will make you happy and go to school". I smile. I hugged her before going back to my room and getting ready.

"Yeah, yeah, rub it in. I'm only the star because you allow me to be, you know." Trent's smile faded slightly, his gaze drifting towards the house where the faint sounds of raised voices could be heard. "I don't know, Dames. Dad's been on my case about basketball lately. Says it's a waste of time. And It's the only thing that's ever made me feel...free, you know? Like I can just forget everything else and focus on the game." "Then don't give it up, man," Damien urged, gripping Trent's shoulder. "Your dad may be tough, but you can't let him take this away from you. It's your dream, not his."

My word, what an ass hole, and now he thinks he's all big playing basketball for a University," Vega said as we both laughed. "A basketball scholarship was the only way he made it to College. That dumbass barely passed any of his classes. Too bad no professional teams have signed him. Karma can be a B, can't it," I said. "For sure, I mean, look at you now. You are getting married to a well-accomplished, handsome man, and he is stuck doing God knows what beyond playing basketball. I heard he got some eighteen-year-old girl pregnant, but that is just a rumor, so don't take my word on that," Vega said.

I questioned, leveling my steps with hers. "This is where all of your emotions lie. And, these trees are what supports the growth of every emotion." She pointed my sight at a rotting tree, which looked ready to die in the next minute. "That's your basketball dream. It's rotting, because you no longer dream about it."