At a point during the game I realized I should just go to the locker room and clean my locker out. For some reason, I put on a pair of black canvas high top basketball shoes. My uniform usually had a white pair but I had a black pair instead. My mother was there and I heard her remark to one of the fans, “Yes, their talking all over the city about his witness for Christ. It was a matter of time.” The assistant coach left the game with me and watched as I cleaned out my locker. He was very cold. The head coach never even looked my way. I exited the locker room and walked to another parking lot on the school campus.
I saw a guy who I knew to be opposed to Christ barking the style one hears when people are trying to be cheerful. People flocked by him and barked with him. I saw cheerleaders on roller skates performing for a pep rally. I watched the basketball team leave for another game as I stood by. They had stolen some of the locker room property and had it loaded in their bags.
I had a laptop computer and needed to get a phone number from it in order to get a ride home. For some reason, the screen was “old school” game like. I could not find the button for contacts. People helped me look to no avail. I found refuge inside a tent awaiting area. The tent was filled with people who seemed to be waiting on something and were in no hurry. I helped them snap some of the poles together. It was in that tent the thought came to me, “I might as well not try to play baseball because I’ll be black balled from that too.” Then the dream ended.
As soon as the dream ended, I came to understand the tent was a revival tent and it was just being assembled.