Saturday, 23 July 2005
teenage soccer star

so the main character in my dream was like this little squirrely high school kid. he had sandy brown hair and that bowl cut like the youngest kid had in the old TV show Eight is Enough. people picked on him, and in rebellion, he got involved in soccer.

in my dream soccer wasn't the same sport as in real life, but involved a lot of powerkicks and stopping the ball. there are a lot of scenes early on in the dream which show him flying backwards, cartoon-like, with the ball in his midsection and his limbs trailing, to smash into a tile wall.

but he was good at it. eventually, though he disappeared. what happened?

it turns out he was making money doing all this, and had it stashed - $700. that wass enough to get him away from this less than desireable situation (there were quasi-organized gangs, a la teenage mutant ninja turtles). since I was curious how he did it I skipped back in the dream to see him get out.

he went into this club, where people were hanging out, eating, drinking. at the entrance to the club there were these cabinets over the door (although it might have been open sky there). he came in, waited until attention shifted from him, then went back to the door. there had been sacks and stuff on top of the door and I realized those had been going away over the last few nights - o, they were his - he climbed up on the left hand side and felt until there was a metal door like a big gas tank lid. opening it up, he took the money stashed in there out and stuffed it in his pockets.

no way that went unnoticed by -everyone- so then he climbed down, went outside, and slipped into the shadows. people came looking but I guess his ninja powers were sufficient.

time passed and it was a couple years later. now I was a person in the dream and we were hooking up with this guy again. he was showing us his restored 50's t-bird and explaining how he doesn't drive it more then about once a week but it gets 45 mpg. this was under the moonlight, and the t-bird looked pale blue. he finished welding something on the hood, then we all piled in and took for a spin.

Posted by dracon at 23 July 2005 9:57
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