Golf Ball-Sized Basketball

I’m playing basketball with the guys at Kansas City Christian Church.  I’m having fun and doing very well.  I’m thinking, “Wow!  My ankle feels so strong.  I’m so glad that it bounced back so fast.”  We play for a while.  Then I realize that all along, we’ve been playing with a golf ball.  Suddenly all of my shots are way too hard, and we’re all just scrambling around the gym trying to snag the golf ball.  Finally I grab it, and have another revelation: it’s not in fact a golf ball but a golf ball-sized basketball.  This makes me extraordinarily giddy.  I start laughing.  I drive that tiny basketball down the lane, leap into the air, and dunk it over Brett W____.

Here’s where everything slows down immensly, if not stops entirely.  As I dunk the tiny basketball, I peer down through the net and see that W____ has fallen to the floor beneath me.  He’s laying on his side directly under the basket.  I let go of the tiny ball.  It slowly floats downward, toward Brett.  Then, to everyone’s surprise, it falls into his ear and makes the rattling sound of a real golf ball dropping into a cup.  Everyone, including Brett, just starts laughing like crazy.  It’s the funniest thing we’ve ever seen and heard.  No one seems concerned that Brett now has a golf ball-sized basketball somewhere in his ear or head.

I actually woke myself up laughing.  I was sitting up straight. This never happens to me.

Dream of David Huffman, April 2007