I'm in high school or something like this, and I'm part of the basketball team. (I've never been good at this kind of sport, really, so it's a huge missed dream sign for me to not notice this). Now, our team had several problems: first of all, each team here had 8 players or so. From my team, I was the only one who actually acted as a forward. The other 6-7 would stay behind on the defense. Now, they were actually somewhat good on what they did, though we knew they could be much better. The biggest problem, other than the lack of other offensive players, was my own lack of ability. As usual in my dreams, I was strong, I was fast and I had good reflexes, but I had no experience and no technique whatsoever, so I just tried my luck, failing miserably most of the time. Strangely, also among the defending players in my team were my parents.

Anyway, we were currently in a match against this other team. Everyone was already kinda angry, specially with me, as my lack of technique was mostly resulting in a pretty messed up match. I'd knock people down accidentally, throw poorly, miss shots and dunks, and so on. Even the opposing team was angry, though they were winning. Something I apparently did quite often was charge across the court at a high speed, usually ending up with me crashing into someone else. At some point, the referee had blown his whistle, and the ball was leaving from the back of the other team's court.

I, for some reason, found that an excellent chance to steal the ball and score. I started running FAST towards them. Suddenly, the dream changed mid-way. Now we were still playing basketball, but the rules had changed: we didn't use balls anymore - we had these huge glass mugs filled with draft beer. Players had to pour the beer down the baskets, somehow scoring depending on how much they poured. An assistant would walk around with metal tray with other mugs, once one of them was empty. Now imagine that the whole dream change happened while I was running. We all forgot about the existence of balls. It was like history was suddenly changed and things were always like that.

Now a lot of things happened next, all really fast: when I was around the middle of the court, the referee had just passed a mug to one of the players, who was going to pass it to a team mate. He sees me running (now I'm in their court already), and turns his body to protect the mug. His friend gives him cover. I spot the tray guy leaving the court, and a light goes on in my brain "Hmm... what if I just grab one of HIS mugs?". I turn my body slightly to the side, without losing speed, and continue to charge into the tray man. He notices me just as I'm approaching, and stares at me in horror. I crash into him, unable to stop in time. Draft beer is thrown everywhere, mugs fall to the ground, but he luckily manages to keep holding his tray and saves most of the mugs (actually, no mugs did break, though some fell).

I realized how stupid I had just acted. I mean... there was already a mug in the game. The referee was pissed, and everyone was pissed at me as well. I felt bad, though I really didn't care as much as I'd normally. A player from the opposing team, possibly the captain, and also one of the people who was already angry with me, came up and started to insult me and yell. I don't show any anger and let him talk. That seems to anger him even more. He gives me the finger and turns around.