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Isn't the custom anymore for the first dream log poster to insert this?
I was playing
football (that's
soccer to you
merkins) in an old
warehouse of some sort. The place was in a terrible
condition, with tons of
dust and
junk all over. The
windows were broken, and the whole building looked
condemned.
The
match was apparently a
charity game, with a few
celebrities playing along. I was on the same team as
Teemu Selänne (a
Finnish NHL player). When I kicked the ball, it hit something
sharp on the side of the
hall the game took place in. The ball got pierced, and apparenly we had no
spare anywhere.
Mr. Selänne got very angry at me, but I defended myself saying it was an
accident (which it was). Our
argument got quite heated, up to the point where he started
kicking me! I fell down, and he
stomped on my legs, like he was trying to
break them completely. But he was unsuccessful, in fact him jumping on my legs didn't even
hurt. So I sat on the dusty
floor, laughing at his attempts to
injure me.
A
war was going on. I was with a
group of
soldiers, stationed in a building very similar of the one in the football
segment of my dream. It was dark, and we were apparently just
guarding the surroundings.
A some sort of
conflict had broken between some members of the group. Our
leader was constantly in a heated discussion with others, and the whole thing was very
complex. It didn't involve me, though.
The leader
locked himself in a small room with an another soldier. After a while the rest of us heard a
gunshot. I never did find out who got
shot, and what was actually going on.