Shaquille Harrison had 15 points in his last game, and I was poised to make a highlight video for that performance before I had a weird omen/premonition that gave me pause and ultimately resulted in me turning down the opportunity to highlight the little-known Bulls backup guard.
Basically, I slipped into a semiconscious state where I received a series of visions or hallucinations that were purpotedly scenes from my future. The first one was a close-up view of Shaq Harrison hitting a jumpshot. I looked up at the jumbotron (for some reason I was sitting courtside) to see that he had 21 points. Then the colors of the scene started bleeding together and it went away.
Then, I was in the Bulls locker room. Harrison was beating up Kris Dunn badly. I wanted to intervene, but when I looked down, I found that I had no body. I was just a time-travelling soul intruding on this world. Or this time-travelling world was intruding on my soul. I’m still not sure on that one. But Harrison was saying things like “nobody wants your bust ass” and “I’ll start getting more assists when I have teammates worth passing too”. End scene two and begin scene three.
I’m in a vary humid, very bright conservancy or botanical garden. The bronze-colored beams holding up the thick panes of roof-glass shimmer in the sunlight. I walk down the path through the plants, which are larger and more prosperous than I have ever seen plants before. It’s almost like a jungle in terms of the diversity and lushness of the flora. For some reason, large analog clocks are hanging everywhere, but the minutes and seconds hands on the clocks are all moving at differing speeds from each other. As I watch, new plants sprout from the ground, form leaves, flower, then wither away. Uneasy, I stumble forward along the path, hoping that there is an exit at the end of it. But after an unknown amount of time walking the one path that I am able to choose from, I realized I have circled back on it several times. The rapidly growing flora feels almost alive and it’s making me panicked. Finally, I decide to crash through the plants to hopefully get to the edge of the garden and find my way out that way, but as I proceed, the foliage gets so thick that I can barely make any forward progress. I look down and a vine has tangled itself around my feet; I kick it off, but two more come back to replace it. Then, the tendrils begin pulling on me, and I am swept off my feet and dragged across the rough dirt. The last thing my eyes see is a spiny, green, overlarge leaf smothering my head. It has eyes.
So I don’t know what to make of all of that, but, basically, I think Shaq Harrison is gunning for Kris Dunn’s spot on the team. And I was totally in the right when I didn’t make a video for him scoring fifteen points. And maybe I won’t try to start a garden this summer like I was planning on doing.