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I ask kindly for the admin's the leave this in the main forum for at least 48 hours, just out of interest....
I had a dream last night. I, Steakface, was engaged in a game of rugby league, though the rules of the game had been modified a tad.
The ground was approximately 15 meters long by 10 meters wide, maybe even smaller. There were no goalposts. The game was at sunset and the lighting was very poor. A camphor laurel tree stood in the middle of the field right on half way, but it was probably only two meters tall. The rules were one man per team - so it was me versus the other bloke, who was wearing what appeared to be a Bulldogs jersey from the 1950's era.
The scoring worked like this - 2 points for tackle, 4 points for a try. There were no goalkicking duties required.
I would estimate 95% of the crowd was on his side, and enthusiastically so. I copped a lot of verbal abuse from the crowd, though a small but vocal group of my supporters in the far corner kept my spirits up.
I smashed the guy in tackle after tackle, racking up a sizeable total (can't remember what it was). The crowd was enraged and getting even more verbally abusive, and I actually remember fearing for my life at the oranges break at the 50 minute mark.
At this point, out of nowhere, Sonny Bill Williams appeared on the sideline as a mentor, coach and advisor. I handed him a 6 litre plastic bucket which was full to the brim with a mixture of molten lava and petrol. I asked him to pour the concoction all over the tree on the halfway mark and then set it alight.
His demeanor changed, and he said in a deeply concerned tone and with fear in his eyes, "Are you actually serious bro'? . "Do you want to get me killed or somethin' bro" ?!
Anyway fellow chook penners, I thought you would all like to know about this - any thoughts as to what this means?
I had a dream last night. I, Steakface, was engaged in a game of rugby league, though the rules of the game had been modified a tad.
The ground was approximately 15 meters long by 10 meters wide, maybe even smaller. There were no goalposts. The game was at sunset and the lighting was very poor. A camphor laurel tree stood in the middle of the field right on half way, but it was probably only two meters tall. The rules were one man per team - so it was me versus the other bloke, who was wearing what appeared to be a Bulldogs jersey from the 1950's era.
The scoring worked like this - 2 points for tackle, 4 points for a try. There were no goalkicking duties required.
I would estimate 95% of the crowd was on his side, and enthusiastically so. I copped a lot of verbal abuse from the crowd, though a small but vocal group of my supporters in the far corner kept my spirits up.
I smashed the guy in tackle after tackle, racking up a sizeable total (can't remember what it was). The crowd was enraged and getting even more verbally abusive, and I actually remember fearing for my life at the oranges break at the 50 minute mark.
At this point, out of nowhere, Sonny Bill Williams appeared on the sideline as a mentor, coach and advisor. I handed him a 6 litre plastic bucket which was full to the brim with a mixture of molten lava and petrol. I asked him to pour the concoction all over the tree on the halfway mark and then set it alight.
His demeanor changed, and he said in a deeply concerned tone and with fear in his eyes, "Are you actually serious bro'? . "Do you want to get me killed or somethin' bro" ?!
Anyway fellow chook penners, I thought you would all like to know about this - any thoughts as to what this means?
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