Football Dreams (or nightmares)

[Open End Numb Legs]

I went out for a curry last night, the spices of which I hold responsible for a very detailed dream. As with most dreams, there seems no link to reality, but maybe someone can explain the psychology of it.

City were playing away v Derby. The stadium was all concrete, all indoors on a synthetic pitch, however although indoors it was raining heavily (?? yeh, I know).

I had a seat too high up to enjoy so just wandered down to sit by the corner flag pretending to be a ball boy.

Wayne Rooney was playing for us (?? yeh, I know) and I had a chat with him before he took a corner kick, told him to put some pace on it which he did, the ball was headed out, but there was a cool finish from the edge of the box, curled left footed into the corner of the goal by a faceless City player.

I went back up to my seat and found my sons were ignoring the game and had missed the goal. Disappointing.

When the alarm went off this morning we were still 1 up but under increasing pressure.

So, that's it. I can only assume my sub conscious brain is telling me we need a left sided player, my boys don't like football and Derby County have a leaking roof. The good news is we were playing away in red with a nice robin on the shirt and the City fans were in great voice. The Yate flag was there, draped on the seats. I said it was detailed.

Any help appreciated. When I go back for the next curry I hope to report on how the game ended.

[Bristol Oil Services]

I dreamt about @Davefevs last night (funnily enough), and I fell out of bed twice (was something to do with stats and charts and analyics and stuff).

Many years ago, I had a dream in which I was arguing furiously with Everton's Graeme Sharp. True story. As Evertonians go, he doesn't strike me as the most furious, or even argumentative. Strange.

[BigTone]

2 hours ago, Open End Numb Legs said:

I went out for a curry last night, the spices of which I hold responsible for a very detailed dream. As with most dreams, there seems no link to reality, but maybe someone can explain the psychology of it.

City were playing away v Derby. The stadium was all concrete, all indoors on a synthetic pitch, however although indoors it was raining heavily (?? yeh, I know).

I had a seat too high up to enjoy so just wandered down to sit by the corner flag pretending to be a ball boy.

Wayne Rooney was playing for us (?? yeh, I know) and I had a chat with him before he took a corner kick, told him to put some pace on it which he did, the ball was headed out, but there was a cool finish from the edge of the box, curled left footed into the corner of the goal by a faceless City player.

I went back up to my seat and found my sons were ignoring the game and had missed the goal. Disappointing.

When the alarm went off this morning we were still 1 up but under increasing pressure.

So, that's it. I can only assume my sub conscious brain is telling me we need a left sided player, my boys don't like football and Derby County have a leaking roof. The good news is we were playing away in red with a nice robin on the shirt and the City fans were in great voice. The Yate flag was there, draped on the seats. I said it was detailed.

Any help appreciated. When I go back for the next curry I hope to report on how the game ended.

Its not the curry but the white powder you sniff for supper

[Davefevs]

14 minutes ago, Bristol Oil Services said:

I dreamt about @Davefevs last night (funnily enough), and I fell out of bed twice (was something to do with stats and charts and analyics and stuff).

Many years ago, I had a dream in which I was arguing furiously with Everton's Graeme Sharp. True story. As Evertonians go, he doesn't strike me as the most furious, or even argumentative. Strange.

Take viagra, not for aroused dreams…but to stop you rolling out of bed!