I had a dream I was watching three guys playing football in a field. Then my man went over all Apollo like. He demanded everyone look at him, and proceeded to do a whole lot of absolutely stunning and impossible, gravity-defying gymnastics that seemed to be based on a cross between Russian dancing for explosiveness and a Haka for intimidation. It was an incredible display. He ruined it a bit at the end though, by trying to force his unwilling legs into a split.
The dog appeared to be untrained, but it might just not have been an English speaker. I do not know the German word for the command heel. The dog was also on the small side and I had no idea if it had road sense. I should probably say now, that my subconscious did not harm the dog, in case, if there's still anyone left reading this by this point, they're fearing the worst.
What on earth did you eat - or take - before you went to bed?!
@neil *shrug* not coffee?
I told him not to, and he got grumpy with me for interfering.
No idea what any of this means. In real life, he's definitely not a show off.
Was nice to see him doing all of that though. The me in the dream was stunned and appreciative, but aware too that the impossibility of it all was made possible in her reality, because it was a dream. Think that's what woke me up.
Before it I'd been walking a dog, not my dog, I have no dog. I came to the community centre and found the suitcases of clothes I'd forgotten we'd left there the night before when we'd slept in the doorway. I knew I had to get them home. I opened the cases and shoved stuff into them. Then the police came with sirens on, ran past me into the centre and arrested two dogs who'd broken in. They packed my suitcases into the boot of their car, and fitted the two naughty dogs neatly between the cases.