I'm in a large grassy park where it seems competing political demonstrations are occurring, but they're very friendly, in fact it's basically a ball game. I'm on the porch of this clubhouse in the park, and a football lands near me, so I pick it up and launch it toward a soccer goal that is at a strong angle to me, as though I would be past the right sideline on the same half of the field. I think it's the second time I threw the ball, but the first time I didn't realize what the goal was, and now I do. I try to throw the ball right into the goal, but I don't think it makes it in.

Then some of the opposite team come over to raid the cabin, which apparently belongs to my team. I follow them into the cabin without confrontation; I am wearing all black, so even though I think they know I'm 'enemy', they don't push back. They start looking through the cabin, which is only a room or two, and the front room is stacked with a large number of empty beer bottles. I start to comment that it's strange for all these beer bottles to be here, then I sort of joke that well, what else should you do in such a club cabin but drink beer? But if you take out your empties a little more often you'll look like less of an alcoholic.