Thread: The Matrix Chronicles

Welcome to DV, man.

Looks like we may have something in common. Heh. I've got a lot of Matrix-esque content in my dreams, too. Feel free to check out my journal(s) sometime (links in my sig), and I'll look forward to reading some of yours.

Saturday night I had a dream about soccer, probably brought on my anticipation of my first game Sunday afternoon. I don't remember too much about this one but I'll try to be descriptive about what I remember. It started with a good friend of mine telling me "Don't play too hard!" And I reluctantly said "Ok ok." Lol she calls herself my adopted mother. So anyway I set out to the pitch. Coming onto the field everyone was cheering like I was some hero. The chanting was making me very energetic. I hurdled with my team and they all said "Make a good first impression." They sounded so sure I'd play well. It must have been about a minute later when I ran out onto the field for the second half and immediately found the ball at my feet, with about 5 players running at me with furious eyes and I remember thinking "this...is not rugby." They closed in and I juggled the ball with extreme ease and dribbled almost too quickly past the five of them, past one more, and past maybe another two more, finding myself in the left corner where I took a sick shot at the goal post but just slightly missing it due to the curve. Suddenly I got up from the bench and that shot I took had only played itself in my mind. I ran out onto the field [lol wtf? I know] and got a pass from a teammate. Once again I found that at least half the other team was running at me. I dribbled the ball along and pulled a slow-motion like move [or bullet time] where everyone else was going way too slow. I dodged every single one of them and kicked the ball really high into the air and we all watched it fly towards a high fence where no one knew what's on the other side. And no one ever dared to find out. But I knew what was on the other side. It seemed I just knew. Anyway we continued play after the ref tossed in another ball and this ball sprouted wings like the snitch in Harry Potter...not sure it's called the snitch, correct me if I'm wrong. This ball was dificult to kick and it seemed to dodge at our attempts to kick it. After a while we got used to it and again I dominated with my dribbling. Up until someone stepped on the ball and it seemingly died. Lol. The day didn't end this way but I don't remember what happened after this.