Tennis Dream

I have this dream that I'm writing:

It happens on a tennis court, and it's a hot sunny day. I am dressed in tennis attire, that i do not own. a white pleated miniskirt and t-shirt. I serve the bright yellow ball to my friend-opponent. I know his name and recognize his face, J. He takes his time to return the serve--tennis is a slow moving game--but he returns it. By now, I have several balls held in my forearms, dropping them, while gripping the handle of my blue tennis racket. Fashionably, i sport a neon yellow wristband--does it serve the purpose of wiping the forehead of sweat? The balls are returned to me by my other friend-opponents, who i happen to be playing with simultaneously. They encercle me in a non-threatening manner, to save me from running from court to court, each waiting in turn for their ball.

it is just a moment of the dream that i have, like a photograph. But here, i am with all the balls. To start with, they didn't even want to play with me. I ran around, took their balls, and i served them. They returned them, and i have them all. Now I am standing there with their balls, fearing they'll walk away casually to play with someone else.