Dreamt of going for a run around Soldiers’ Field Park. It was a warm summer day and the trail was packed with people: some walking, some running, some with their families or friends, some by themselves, some sitting around watching. A group of basketball players were sitting under a tree, and as I approached, all of them were staring at me. They seemed a little belligerent. About a half mile later, I got hit in the stomach with a basketball. I looked up to see the same group of basketball players. They weren’t playing, just standing there, glaring, and I knew they’d thrown the ball at me intentionally. I decided they were old enough to get their own ball from the bottom of the hill and ran on.