Short.
I dreamt that I was asked to join the Oregon-Davis High School track team. In the dream, I was out of school, but apparently the rules about eligibility had changed, allowing me to run another year. I was quite excited.
I showed up to the track, which was full of people warming up for practice (which is unusual, for O-D seldom has a sizable track team), wearing my old track uniform atop my black spandex shirt and pants. I was also wearing sweatpants and my L.L. Bean Snow Walkers (basically boots that are slightly closer to shoes, but not really). I walked onto the track, and coach Lotter (my old coach), told me that he was going to time me running two miles. Without thinking, I began running immediately.
After a rough lap and a half, I realized that I was still wearing my Snow Walkers and baggy sweatpants. I decided then to rush off the track and change my shoes. Well, I had trouble finding my shoes and was forced to borrow the shoes of a stranger. I finally began running again. After I finished the two miles, Ryan Jackson (a former classmate of mine who didn't run track) told me that I ran my first mile in seven minutes. That included the time it took for me to change footwear, which meant that I had run fairly fast, but Coach Lotter wouldn't accept that time, regardless of what I did during it.
I sat down next to Ryan, a bit disappointed. I chatted with him about life for a bit as other athletes were running, pole vaulting, long jumping, high jumping, hurdling, and throwing all about me.
Then I awoke.
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