Had some really ****** weird dreams last night.
The first one was me watching the game on TV with all the buildup and stuff. Then I was in the tunnel as the players were getting ready to come out, but just before kick off a famous Villa goalkeeper (who looked like Given but wasn't) grabbed a microphone and asked to say a few words. He signalled some stewards who slammed a big portcullis down to stop the teams coming onto the pitch and then started telling us how he'd turned down a big move to Chelsea and called Mourinho a word removed. Then I was back in my living room as the match was about to start. Less than thirty seconds after kick off Phil Dowd ( who for some reason was refereeing the game from a biplane) crashed into a skyscraper. Everyone cheered and the match was abandoned.
Then I dreamt I knew Roy Keane as a kid and he was basically a petty criminal leading me astray. Theres a little wood by the social club near where I live and we were hiking through it like explorers in the jungle. After a bit we made it to a clearing and there was an old blue transit van. We broke into the back and stole a barrel with something inside bur had to run away from a security guard. I made a mad effort to get this barrel back to his house. When I got there his dad was hitting him and he told me there was nothing in the barrel, it was just something to pass the time.
The one that just woke me up was a sort of Biblical themed horror film set on an island like the one in that Tintin book with the giant mushrooms, except there was a big castle as well. Me and something small which was either a child or a pet were in a deadly game of cat and mouse with a shapeshifting sexy woman and a demonic horse that walked like a human. There were loads of minor characters that kept getting killed by them and each time one died a playing card with their face on it would fall out of a deck.