Last night I had a strange dream. A dream that maybe I should do about fifteen years ago when I was a kid. I dreamed of being a footballer. I mean really, this time I am not inventing anything. I was a footballer, but I did not understand, if a English team (English football Figo hour) or just in a stadium against a English team in Spain.
the final result, I conclude that the dream has begun at 2-2 and the match was almost over. Punctual as a punishment from God comes my "chapel" I let out a guy just outside the penalty area. Seeking recovery, while later in the action area continues. An opponent, having dribbled the goalkeeper And I could pull in a bailout by a goalkeeper's dive to the limits of regulation and on the pole of the right. I say "the limits of Regulation" because basically it is a dream. My speech was a beautiful parade and good, but I have not (formally) touched the ball with his hands, in an irregular manner. The slow motion (yes, there was the slow motion, but would like Biscardi, but as seen on TV) judged my regular saving.
The ball bounces but on the feet of an opposing player that undermines my recovery scoring the goal of 3-2. Ball in the center.
The game resumed and my team is thrown into the attack. Someone brings the ball up to the edge of the area and I am in front of him, with his back to goal. I decide to take on my right (which is the left field), but the ball carrier that he has now stopped dealing with opponents who try to take it away from me glances between the angry and impatient and I am sign of going away and so I do. He makes the transition between two opponents and I wander the one closest to me, I find myself right on the ball and shooting a gun diagonally to the goalkeeper can not parry. Three odd and end of the game and the dream.
What should think a psychologist?
I can only see the banal and depressing elements.
1) In thirty years I still dreams boy. At this point would be much better an erotic dream.
2) As usual, I made a chapel
3) Although I clearly did his best to remedy the chapel, the effort (initially also effective) it did not do anything
4) In the end, I scored a goal who reported the score tied, canceling my chaplain. I did forgive, but my decision to discard to my right was wrong and someone pointed out to me instead of pointing the right way.
5) Finally, I dreamed of a tie the game. Certainly it is not losing but not WIN.
6) I have taken control of a situation when this was "in balance". I messed up, threatening to make her shoulder and then back (thankfully) to balance. Unnecessary work. If I put a patch to a chapel of others, then OK, and now I am paying attention to my own bullshit spending strength and energy for them both and then fix it.
the final result, I conclude that the dream has begun at 2-2 and the match was almost over. Punctual as a punishment from God comes my "chapel" I let out a guy just outside the penalty area. Seeking recovery, while later in the action area continues. An opponent, having dribbled the goalkeeper And I could pull in a bailout by a goalkeeper's dive to the limits of regulation and on the pole of the right. I say "the limits of Regulation" because basically it is a dream. My speech was a beautiful parade and good, but I have not (formally) touched the ball with his hands, in an irregular manner. The slow motion (yes, there was the slow motion, but would like Biscardi, but as seen on TV) judged my regular saving.
The ball bounces but on the feet of an opposing player that undermines my recovery scoring the goal of 3-2. Ball in the center.
The game resumed and my team is thrown into the attack. Someone brings the ball up to the edge of the area and I am in front of him, with his back to goal. I decide to take on my right (which is the left field), but the ball carrier that he has now stopped dealing with opponents who try to take it away from me glances between the angry and impatient and I am sign of going away and so I do. He makes the transition between two opponents and I wander the one closest to me, I find myself right on the ball and shooting a gun diagonally to the goalkeeper can not parry. Three odd and end of the game and the dream.
What should think a psychologist?
I can only see the banal and depressing elements.
1) In thirty years I still dreams boy. At this point would be much better an erotic dream.
2) As usual, I made a chapel
3) Although I clearly did his best to remedy the chapel, the effort (initially also effective) it did not do anything
4) In the end, I scored a goal who reported the score tied, canceling my chaplain. I did forgive, but my decision to discard to my right was wrong and someone pointed out to me instead of pointing the right way.
5) Finally, I dreamed of a tie the game. Certainly it is not losing but not WIN.
6) I have taken control of a situation when this was "in balance". I messed up, threatening to make her shoulder and then back (thankfully) to balance. Unnecessary work. If I put a patch to a chapel of others, then OK, and now I am paying attention to my own bullshit spending strength and energy for them both and then fix it.
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