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I find myself at a soccer stadium walking up some steps which lead through a tunnel out onto a sports playing field, just in front of me is a childhood friend I focus my attention on his white running shoes and see a thick braid of silvery glittery tinsel like cord threaded through the heel. The shiny feature intrigues me and I imagine that the training shoes are special or magical somehow.
Once outdoors I see that I am taking part in a big soccer match that would appear to be a kind of qualifier for a big competition. I am playing on the side of France against an opposing side of *Russian players. The first part of the match is very hard going and appears to be something of a stalemate.
Our team tries very hard to score but the Russian team unusually has two goalkeepers suspended by theatrical like harnesses and cables dangling above their goalmouth. These two goalkeepers look most strange sort of like futuristic robots clad in smooth bulky white armor. Every time we go to take a shot at their goal one of the bulky looking figures is lowered like a puppet in front of the goal mouth blocking the ball.
At half time I leave the pitch but when I come back out later to rejoin the game I see a message on the large scoreboard which reads “France 6 Russia 1”, it appears that somehow our team has taken complete control of the match whilst I was away and is winning by a healthy margin, this realization makes me feel very happy and relieved as it’s a certainty that we will now win..
I am playing near my own team’s goalmouth in the role of a defender when suddenly the ball flies down towards my teams goal, I’m not paying attention or quick enough to stop the ball but this is okay as our goalkeeper is well prepared for it. I watch in a blur as our goalkeeper strikes the ball with a thunderous almighty kick, the ball accelerates off up into the air and out of harms way.
I follow the ball’s unwavering rocket like trajectory with wide eyes and an open mouth, I feel so impressed with our goalkeeper’s skill but when I turn and see that the goalkeeper is actually a lady I feel even more enamored and captivated. I now take it upon myself to try to do everything possible in order to try and impress her but when the ball does eventually come to my feet I suddenly feel incredibly weak and my legs turn to jelly, I end up making a complete embarrassment of myself.
After the match I go up to one of the boardrooms in the stadium where I am given a task by some vague managerial people to write three novels, this feels like a challenging new job or career for me. I sit down at a large desk all of my own where I have all of my writing utensils, papers and stationary laid out ready for me to begin working.
I take a seat and a moment to soak up my new role, I feel a modest air of importance almost as if I feel proud to have been given this exciting and challenging job. I arrange my stationary and then pick up a folder to have a look at. I open the file and find some unusual photographs which I gather consist of research material that has been prepared and provided to help assist me in the writing of the three novels.
I leaf through the large hazy painting like photographs and see lots of naked human forms joined together in what looks at first glance to be a Roman orgy, as I look more closer though I can see that the male and female forms are actually linked and joined together in very organized and specific three-dimensional geometric forms just like the molecular and chemical models used in a chemistry laboratory at school.
The pictures aren’t at all vulgar and are actually quite fascinating and beautiful in their own way. Some of the arrangements of the human forms look like the platonic solids, there is something deeply human, clean, natural and pure about these pictures.
Thoughts: *Russia and other Russian symbolism appears in my dreams from time to time, in fact only a
night or two ago I had a dream about being in Russia which in that dream was a neighboring country of
France, it is perhaps interesting to note in the above dream that it was these same two countries
competing against one another this reminds me of the series of dreams I had over quite a period a
while back where all things Italian and Japanese were competing against one another. The feelings of
admiration and amorous feelings for the goalkeeper were very strong, in looking more closely and
literally at her role in the game I thought that she might literally represent the keeper of a goal as in
the guardian of an aspiration or desire. The final scene where I was given the task of writing the novels
was really quite fun although it wasn’t until this afternoon when I was pondering the idea of those
strange hazy pictures that the idea of the chemistry of love or sexual chemistry came to mind.