For whatever reason, last night's dream had to do with getting ready to practice or scrimmage with the CT Sun basketball team. I knew I was not on the team, but there was some practice or exercise they needed to do and wanted me for. Maybe a specific player who I was supposed to work with. I never made it to the court (in my dream) - just in the locker room, taking a shower, getting sneaks on, etc.
Also, for some reason guitar or bouzouki was involved. And pen and paper, I was gonna write stuff down.
I figure it was either the dried mango with pepper coating, or the tofu / green bean / mango melange that Zippy cooked up for dinner....sheesh.