I am at my house (not waking life). It is a quaint cottage. A neighbor, down the same driveway is having a party/get together. He is like a cult leader. I drive my car down the drive to see if I can park it there and then see many cars parked in his yard. He is having a music gathering in his house. It feels religious. I realize there is no room for me to park my car and drive back to my house. It feels like we live out in the country.
Kathleen and Shaney come to my house. In the living room I have two small basketball hoops on either side of the room. They are like kid basketball hoops. Two younger boys are to come and shoot baskets also, though they never show up.
Shooting baskets feels like a healing ritual. This part of the dream is vague. However, there is a feeling like everything slows down and this basketball ritual is healing. I don’t remember Shaney and I shooting baskets. (it is more like putting the ball into the basket). However, Kathleen does shoot baskets.