Had a lovely one the other night. Had been thinking/talking about how I wanted to find a partner for a business idea, and that night dreamed I was playing up front for the Rs at LR in front of a full house alongside a brilliant co-striker, who looked like some kind of Argentine wunderkind. Game was locked at 2-2, when I chipped the ball (with my weak right foot) from the Paddock side of the penalty area at the Loft end to score an absolutely sublime, unrepeatable, once-in-a-lifetime goal. Sank to my knees like I was greeting God and milked the applause. Woke up feeling glorious.
As Diane Williams says, everything means something or it does not!
[Post edited 27 Dec 2023 0:10]
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