I used to have this recurring dream during the years when I was a semi-avid golfer. In the dream I was at the first tee box addressing the ball and for some reason I was frozen and couldn’t move. The round that I looked so forward to, just never started.
Players with tee times after me kept asking if they could play through. As the rest of my foursome moved ahead to the next hole and the next, I stood there, above my ball, unable to commence my backswing and get the round underway.