Kicking and Dreaming

Last night I had a turbulent dream about playing rugby in the wake of our big game. I was sprinting down the field after a kick. As I approached the ball an opponent was drawing near. I reached back my leg and booted the ball, which quickly morphed into the bed side window. I woke up with a start, hoping I did not kick out the window. I must have seemed like a dog running in his sleep. Upon waking the following morning I wondered if this is something that I commonly do or if I just wanted to give the ball a little extra umph.