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I find myself in a very austere office room of a top politician in the houses of parliament, the room is
clad in lots of rich leather and wood, it has an aged stately or regal air to it infused with a feeling of
bureaucracy. I watch the top politician man just in front of me, he appears to have quit his job (or
possibly been told to leave).
The man is packing his belongings into a large cardboard box in order to take them with him. I watch
as the man picks up a very old heavy looking red book. I gather that it is something of a political
heirloom. The man picks it up by the hard book cover with his fingertips almost as if to avoid soiling
himself with the offensive book.
As he lifts it up from the desk the worn old book jacket tears away from the crumbling old tissue
papery pages. The main part of the book drops to the floor with a thump. The man doesn’t seem so
concerned and leaves the book where it is not bothering to pick it up or recover it.
The man is dressed in an expensive grey suit, he is quite stocky and has a closely cropped shaved
head, which is thinning on top. The man very vaguely reminds me of an uncle (the father of my crazy
cousin, this uncle was a bit wild too). As I stand there watching the man we both enter a flashback
scene from earlier in the man’s life.
Back in his youth the man was a soccer player and more specifically a goalkeeper, he played for the
team of the town where I was born. I watch a match being played out on a very dark stormy and
ominous pitch at night time. The game is floodlit and appears to be a colossal battle between the two
Nearing the end of the game the goalkeeper gives the ball a thundering strike from his own goal mouth.
Everyone in the stadium holds their breath including myself. The ball travels like a rocket the entire
length of the pitch and slams into the oppositions goal scoring. The entire stadium erupts into wild
hysteria at the amazing site.
The game is drawing to a close and there are only a few minutes left before the end of the game.
Feeling full of confidence I am amazed to see that the politician goalkeeper has left his goal unattended
and rushed further up the pitch to join the game. He deftly tackles the ball away from the opposition.
The goalie then puts on an amazing dazzling display of dribbling skills outwitting the opposing team
easily and making them look like amateurs. He slots the ball home gracefully and with ease. The
stunning goal has sealed the victory for the politician’s team, he seems like such an unlikely hero and
the crowd are wild with adoration.
The goalkeeper comes running over toward the direction of my viewing point, he is making some kind
of victory gesture or celebration. He stands in front of me with his arms raised and shaking them into
the air, he looks really manly and powerful. He stares at me deep into the eyes.
His face is covered in shadows and this shows off his muscular male model like face, he bites down on
his jaw giving me a real show of supremacy and squints his eyes sharply as if to accentuate this look.
Stood there with his long shoulder length brown hair I really admire and look up to him.
We shift forward in time to a stage in the politician’s life when he has retired, he is still quite young but
now seems to be living the wild life with lots of women trailing after him. He still seems to be basking in
his former glories and his fans still love him for his memorable display of courage and power in the
unforgettable football match.
One day I find myself up in a packed football stadium with the man, shockingly he is stood upright
having sex with a young woman who is straddled around his waist. Apparently the woman was fan who
just came up to him casually, lots of other men turn around to watch the spectacle with wide amazed
leering smiles on their faces.
The scene kind of detracts everyone in the vicinities attention away from the game. I find watching the
overt display makes me feel strange, I feel an odd mixture of disgust and embarrassment but its also
very raw and sexual too and kind of exciting. It seems to be the ultimate in showing of his prowess and
Even in his retirement years the man still has the power to attract women to him but also attracts the
admiration of all of the other men too. The scene is very odd indeed what with it being so public and so
many people gathered around watching them have sex. The man’s allure seems to be based on his
The scene shifts forward in time and we are both back in the politicians office. I look at the man with
new eyes and see that he is still handsome in a rugged kind of way and also still has some of his charm
and sex appeal even though he is much older. I watch as he has a glint in his eye and has a wry little
smile to himself.
He seems to be happy to be packing in his role as a politician, so much so in fact that he has decided to
leave the cardboard box behind and not even bother taking his old belongings with him. I watch as he
leaves with a spring in his step, he seems to be rejuvenated somehow. Once he has gone I go over to
peer inside the box.
I see that he has left a lot of old political books behind (as well as the torn old red one from earlier).
Some of books appear to be about law too. One has a black book jacket and another is grey. I
rummage about in the box and see that he has also left behind a lot of old expensive looking
wristwatches and pocket watches too.