I descend not on foot, but on something like a space-ball, which is known to me as a football—but a revolutionary new kind of football: 3D football. I speed down the slope to meet a team of legendary football players; an inaugural game of this new type of football is about to begin, and I'm going to join in. Though my joining in seems to be gatecrashing.
I come flying into the pitch, still in the same mountain area but on a plateau (again identical to a place in the childhood recreation area previously mentioned), and break into the ranks of the football legends who are stood about on the pitch—probably picking sides for the first game. I play it as one of the lads, and am jocular as I swoop in. I pat Mourinho, who is playing in goal, on the behind as I cruise in and he seems incensed by the gesture—though he doesn't voice anything, he just glares at me.
I'm with David Cameron, and perhaps my friend is with me, in the changing or dressing room. We both, I think, are tired, but jubilant, after having come through some huge challenging test—and won through.
I'm only hanging around with David to get near his wife, Samantha, who I find very attractive (true in real life) and yearn to have sex with. Samantha appears and I'm hoping that it's me that she will comfort; but naturally it's her husband David who she goes to. I manage to contrive a situation where I'm right next to her without having made it obvious, and her arm, unwittingly, falls on my back. I feel a strong surge of excitement. But am instantly reproached by someone. Perhaps Samantha herself.
I wake.
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