last night i had a dream i med david beckham in a resturant, he was with his wife (not the spice girl one, a blonde) and his 1 yr old kid, wearing a sailor suit and his hair in a ponytail. he was living in the US but heading back to europe, to the netherlands. i was advising him on where to look for a job, with a popular multinational company like Phillips. during the conversation, my son played with his son, but my son was bigger and maybe playing a little too rough, rolling, falling and laying on him. later in my dream i witnessed the breakup of a bad band in the middle of a song, in the middle of a set, in a beat, mostly-empty bar.