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?

I don't remember what, if anything, I dreamed in terms of a story or setting. but when I woke up this morning it was to having the word "hepzibah" thundering through my head.

that happens sometimes, that a word with the "round" phenomes will get stuck in my semi-conscious head. hepzibah. heh.

the first part of the dream is lost. it involved household woes, and we were living on a military base in officer country. the officers and their spouses were a pretty tight bunch. the base was in a hot, muggy area. think like south africa although I don't really know how muggy south africa is. the housing was like bungalows.

I was an admiral or something a la honor harrington. I was at some other officers' bungalow and we were discussing the pending war (which involved fleets in space of course). it turned out the enemy fleet outnumbered us, but we had the odd intelligence that all the ship captains were black. we started playing snooker at a pool table that was too small. I mused on how the intelligence could be used to provoke, maybe, even though the notion was distasteful and i would probably be reprimaded.

we were really only shooting the cue ball, and it wasn't clear to me whether with just one ball if we were shooting to hit the pocket or maximize the numbers of rebounds. the ball went in a corner pocket. I looked to see where it went - it was one of the tables where the balls roll to the side - but I could not find it. finally I gave up and told the officer I was visiting (he was on my staff) summon the captains, I have a plan, distateful as it is. I moved to put the cue stick in the rack and stepped out the screen door.

there was no doubt we would win, and no doubt there would be a political backlash since the race card would be played to provoke an attack.

I dreamt I was in some sort of private academy in the woods. the guys and girls were separated, or more like, there was a group of elite guys in some sort of fraternity or whatever within the school. those of us who weren't a part of it - mostly girls but some guys - we all didn't like them and suspected them of some serious evildoing.

the fratlike guys were having some sort of dinner, and we were not part of it. they took over the gym to set it up and we were locked out. I managed to infiltrate to see what they were serving. we had some word they were going to eat hogs' asses. I went to the table, and there were three of them, perfectly fromed buttocks. they looked like a persons' half-a-butt. I went back outside to my compatriots and told the tale.