Dreams are incredible things, you know. They can provide you with a great, happy night, or a heart-poundingly scary one. But I HATE the dream I had last night. When I used to play rugby my speciality was the shoulder charge of doom. Some mouthy chav was having a go at me in the street, so I ran at him full pelt and hit him with the shoulder. Well, I tried anyway, I just seemed to lose all power and strength, and just bounced off this chav. And then I went to punch him... I couldn't! RAGH! It's so annoying!