Dream Journal

So it’s Thanksgiving morning and in the dream I knew it. I was heading back to the soccer field. I rationalized my speed by imagining I was driving, but when I got to the field, I didn’t get out of the car, I just slowed down. There were a few others there — Ricardo and Jeff. They were interested in playing a little, so we did. I found it too easy to score — my kicks were perfectly placed and their goalie kept passing it to me. So when we saw a huge group over the hill, we went to them (we glided over) and started a larger game. My thinking was, “It’s Thanksgiving morning, so we don’t have a game today, but I can play for about an hour, and hopefully still have time to finish setting up my new computer before we have to go over for Thanksgiving.” Now everything about this thought was true in the waking world, except that as it’s my second day off, I assumed it was Sunday. So I played a little soccer, but with all the gliding, it almost immediately rationalized into hockey. I played a few minutes, then woke up with plenty of time to get done what I need!