I forgot almost all of my dreams except for the end of one dream that seemed to slightly be inspired by the TV show Rome, but with a modern-day twist(?).
There was a very short woman with tanned and/or dirty & oily whitish colored skin with black or dark brown colored curly hair who was obese wearing a Roman-style outfit with maybe an laurel wreath in her hair walking around ancient Rome I guess browsing / window shopping around the market I think, she did not have much money (lower-class / low income), and so some of the sellers treated her badly / ignored her.
Two of these sellers, a probably non-Human rat-like or beaver-like or whatever couple (they had brown colored fur I think), treated her the worst; and the woman wanted to buy something from them, but she did not have enough money & so she could only browse/look.
Something happened in the city involving Mark Antony from the TV show Rome, maybe he was back in the city from a battle & was injured and/or he was going to be playing soccer (football) in the city or something like that, and so crowds of people were talking/cheering/whatever about something/that.
The woman returned to her small home where I think her husband was, and something happened where he won or earned or found or was given a lot of money and/or the wife got the money somehow; either way the woman smiled/celebrated, and went straight to the two non-Human sellers to buy the stuff that she wanted earlier.
The two sellers ignored her at first until the woman showed them her money and threatened to go buy from another seller, this got their attention & they quickly changed their attitude toward her, and the woman smiled as she named to them all the stuff that she wanted to buy; and she bought a lot of stuff.
The dream jumped to a field near the city I guess where a soccer game was taking place, I was on one of the soccer teams, and our main player was a popular & over-confident person who might have been Mark Antony or he reminded me of him; and the crowds had come to see him play, he was the main attraction, not our team.
Something happened where he got injured and/or drunk (he was so good/over-confident that sometimes he would celebrate with the crowd ignoring the game), the rest of our team was terrible/sorry, and so I had to enter the game on defense to hold off the other team from scoring by myself pretty much; and help my team in scoring by making good passes & stealing the ball from the other team.
I think that my team was losing after our main player got hurt and/or drunk, but I helped stop the other team from scoring & slowly my team started to catch up; and at some point I made a big play that either tied the game or put us in the lead.
Someone else on the team got injured I think leaving us with one less player than the other team, supposedly this allowed me to temporarily play offense if I stole the ball from the other team (I could attempt to run down the field & score), and so I did this once; and I managed to out-dribble the other team, and I scored.
It was a fun and dramatic moment, and my team & the crowd cheered; but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
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