Dreams are weird. You need to get them down right away, or else you forget them, right? Maybe. Anyway I'm just going to go over the tiny bits I remember...
We were walking between holes at the Toboggan course, between hole three and four and we came on a new hole. The hole was about 330, had an immediate ridge in front of the teepad you couldn't see over (similar to hole three at Norwalk, Ohio for those that are local) and then played over a reservoir to a postage stamp green, literally 10 deep by 50 feet wide. One guy stepped up and parked it. I stepped up after him, second on the card, and put, no joke, every disc in my bag into the wall. Yeah the basket was up on the reservoir, surrounded by a wall that was about basket-tall. I finally got a beat up leopard to the basket (no clue, I don't carry one, is it a sign?). I think it was my 12th throw.
When I got up there I thought I'd lost all my plastic, but the water was super clear. I managed to find all of my discs and a few others. I left the discs that weren't mine at the shore's edge instead of taking them and getting them to the lost and found, I'm not sure why I did that. As I got up to the next teepad, the regular Toboggan hole number five, guess the hole my mind made up replaced four, I was apparently a little late and only had a few seconds to get my throw off. I dropped my bag, whipped out the first disc I could grab, and went to throw it but was too late. I was penalized. Joy.
Thats where I woke up. What an odd dream.