Get this.
I'm watching some college basketball game, when a brawl starts. Like that shit at the Palace of Auburn Hills multiplied by BLOODSPORT. These dudes are going after each other, savvy? This isn't some friendly Carmelo Anthony cheapshot, this isn't Kobe and the Flailing Elbow of Doom (dir. Michael Bay). This is some hockey-stick to the fact, Grizzly Man shit. It's getting wildly out of hand. The cops are called in, wearing riot gear, and are shouting at everybody to stop or their moms they'll shoot. Which they do, man, they unload into the crowd like it's the 60s and the players want troops out of 'Nam. Joe Kim Noah* goes down, shot in the chest. This is when the crowd really starts freaking out, obviously, because there are three players on the court bleeding to death. And I'm all messed up because I just saw three people shot in the chest. Which is when I wake up.
So this dream means:
a) Florida's going to lose in the first round (metaphorical interpretation)
b) Joe Kim Noah is going to be shot by the police during an on-court incident (literal interpretation)
c) seven fat years, seven lean years (Joseph and the Amazing Technocolor Dreamcoat interpretation)
d) DJM needs to lay off the post 10pm sorbet (that sorbet must have been wack interpretation)
In any case, what the fuck, right?
*I'm spelling his name this way if he insists on pronouncing it this way.
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As a Latino brother I would appreciate it if you spelled his name right.
I actually picked in my pool that Florida would lose the first round game due to fatal police brutality.