By Tom Fordyce

If we dream about footballers, do they dream about us?

Be scared. Be very scared...

Something very strange is going on inside your heads.

We asked you to e-mail us the dreams you'd had involving sports stars - and the result was nothing short of staggering.

Here is a selection of the best - and on Friday, we'll publish the experts' analysis of what they all mean.

"I am at Earl's Court wandering around at some kind of ball or party, and the Wayne Rooney family band are playing," writes Richard from Newbury.

"Wayne, Dad, uncles and all are all there singing and playing guitars - but I don't know how I know it is them, as they all have big over-sized papier-m�ch� heads on."

"I'm rowing on the Thames near Henley when I overtake Steve Redgrave, who is also rowing in a single scull," says Andrew Dann.

"He gets very annoyed and speeds up and rams my boat.

"As we crash, he jumps in my boat and as we sink he pins me down. I cannot swim to the surface, and as I drown he laughs at me in a gurgling, laughing manner."

"I was on the bus sitting next to Thierry Henry, and we were chatting in a friendly way, giving the impression we had been friends for a long time," remembers Stephen from Southport.

"On his forehead he had a flesh wound that was beginning to heal, which I had caused somehow before the bus journey.

"He was complaining to my other friends about the wound on his head and started to mock me, so I jabbed my fingers into the wound repeatedly which reversed all healing that had been done.

"He immediately stopped mocking me."

"My friend and I were in a house somewhere and we became aware of something outside the house," says John.

"I looked outside and it was Sir Alex Ferguson trying to get in. We locked all the doors but he kept trying to break in. He had red glowing eyes like the terminator and just kept on coming at us.

"We boarded up the doors but he started to break through, and more of his robot endo-skeleton was starting to show. We kept trying to fend him off but he was unstoppable.

"I woke before he actually got into the house, but I was in fear that if he had got in, he would have killed us (PS My friend and I are both big Liverpool fans)."

"It's Wales v England at Cardiff, and I'm running late for the match (as I've been shoplifting)," recalls Huw, from Wales.

"I finally arrive, my bag full of nicked CDs, and note Iestyn Harris has been replaced by a huge African elephant.

"I'm appalled, until the elephant picks up the ball with his trunk and spins a beautiful miss pass out to Shane Williams who dives over at the corner. The match is won by a last-minute drop goal from halfway by a (somehow Wales-qualified) Kanu.

"I walked into my local Tesco and behind the customer help counter was Cristiano Ronaldo," reports Rachel from south London.

"I asked him if he had any Euros for sale, but he didn't seem to understand, and said, "We sell peanuts."

I replied: 'They must go for peanuts!' and walked out."

"I once had a dream set in the distant future, where all the TV news programmes were talking about how Trevor Brooking had had his brain cryogenically preserved," says Liam Herringshaw of Birmingham.

"Now they needed somebody to donate their body so that his brain could be transplanted into it. Because I am short of cash in the dream, I volunteer.

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"Trevor's brain is put in my body, and my brain (which is now 'me') is put in a shoebox with wheels on. I am told that a photo of me will be glued to the lid of the box so that I can trundle around and people will know it's me.

"Unfortunately there is a mix-up, and they put a picture of Trevor Brooking on it instead.

"Then Trevor's-brain-in-my-body gets really annoyed because my-brain-in-a-shoebox beats him to getting the job of the Coventry City manager."

From Dave in Birmingham: "I once dreamt that I'd been go-karting with Paul Scholes. After the race I was interviewing him for TV when I looked down and noticed he was wetting himself.

"I then woke up to find I had wet the bed.

"The strange thing is, I don't support Man Utd and I'm 33."

"I'm about six years old in the dream, sitting on the doorstep of my aunt's house in Fenton and dressed in my Stoke City colours," reveals Simon Holford.

"I'm waiting to be driven to watch the Stoke vs. Port Vale derby and am very excited at the prospect.

"After a while, somebody comes out of the house next door. They are about seven ft tall and have the body of a man but the head of a camel and they're licking an old-fashioned lollipop.

"All of a sudden, Tony Pulis, the Stoke manager, comes out of the house and ushers the camel-man back inside and tells me not to mention anything. I rush up to the window of the house and see Tony inside surrounded by about three camel men.

"When we finally arrive at the game, we find out that none of the Stoke players are eligible to play in the game because they've all turned into camels.

"To add insult to injury, Vale keep scoring in the empty net and end up winning 10-0."

"I dreamt I was a general of the army in the 16th century," reports Greg Davidge of Peterborough.

"I was trying to conquer Europe. The Kaiser of Germany was Oliver Kahn and he and the rest of Germany all lived in my local park.

"Francesco Totti was president of France (yes - France not Italy - something went wrong there). He was practically blind and I had to help him find his glasses.

"Zinedine Zidane was king of Italy (again a mix up - I had been drinking). Beckham was king of England and Harry Redknapp was a wizard.

"There was a huge fight with footballs and squash rackets (except for Germany - they just watched from the fence surrounding the park).

"I was training for the Stone Age Olympics," recalls Steve, from Worcester, "and was invited to the British training camp.

"We had to climb a rope ladder, up the side of a cliff, that eventually came to a door and window cut in the cliff side. Inside were all the weights and stuff.

"One morning, while we were doing press-ups and looking out over the jungle, the Queen came past in a double-decker London bus. She waved to us and wished us well."

"My house is up for sale and I'm hoping for a good price," says John in Newcastle. "The agent rings me and tells me a viewer is on his way.

"The doorbell rings and it's Roman Abramovich with Peter Beardsley. Roman wanders round and tells me he wants to buy the house for Peter.

"Just as we seem to be concluding the deal, we step into the garden where Malcolm Macdonald is lying on his back, feet flat to the floor and gripping a medicine ball above his head.

"He launches the medicine ball at Roman and it hits him. Roman is not happy and walks off with me clinging to his legs in desperation shouting, 'Divvent gan man Roman'.

"I dreamt that I was playing in a celebrity five-a-side football tournament where instead of wearing different coloured shirts, each team wore skins but dyed our hair different colours," remembers Nick Harrison from London.

"One of my team-mates, television's Paul Ross, suggested that it might be fun to play completely naked. I flatly refused, and was joined by radio's Pat Sharpe, who decided to wear his full Brazilian kit.

"As I stormed off the pitch I was confronted by Thierry Henry, who accused me of not entering into the spirit of things, in reply to which I called him a 'sanctimonious little sh*t'. Bad business."

"I am cutting Darren Huckerby's hair," reveals Alan Sharman, "and I accidentally slice his ear off.

"As it drops on the ground, the ear lets out a loud screeching noise and turns into Nigel Worthington, who in turn lectures me on the benefits of effective hat-wearing.

"He then goes to bite my head off and I wake up. I've dreamt this nine times since Norwich won promotion... is it a sign of anxiety?"

From Nick in Hertfordshire: "I'm walking along a country road when I stumble across the Beckhams' residence.

"I've got no idea how I know this because I've got no idea what it looks like or even where it is. But I buzz their intercom anyway and their butler opens the gates.

"Obviously security is pretty tight, but David's state-of-the-art defence is a large team of spiders that have the ability to stop time.

"They freeze me and check for weapons etc but find nothing, and after they start me up again Beckham walks out and says hi.

"He asks me to look after Brooklyn (no mention of Romeo), and I make my way to a party where he's supposed to be. Victoria's there but rightly gets very agitated when I keep saying that I'm supposed to be looking after her son."

"My wife was pregnant and going through the whole labour thing, but there was a constant knock on the door and the midwife wouldn't let anyone in," says Michael from Newcastle.

"A few screams and pushes later, out popped the baby, and at the very same time the person who had been knocking on the door, burst through and broke it down. It was Roy Keane!

"My wife was screaming, "It's that nasty man who wears the red shirt!" He came over and kicked our new baby all over, kicking it in the head and then he started kicking me and doing two footed tackles on me and all sorts.

"Meanwhile, the midwife was still screaming at my wife to push so she did - and out popped a red card, which the midwife showed to Roy Keane, and he left the room."

"I get invited to the England football team end-of-season jolly-up and travel along to a big hotel up town, where I mingle with everyone, happy as Larry," says Phil in London.

"I get chatting to David Seaman, who asks for my help as they've had a last-minute let-down with the house band, The Who - the bassist has done a runner.

"Seaman refuses to accept that I can't play bass and, to make things worse, shoves me on stage with the rest of the band, not with a top-of-the-range bass guitar, but with a shoebox with four elastic bands tied around it.

"I make a decent fist of set opener My Generation, but it all goes downhill from there. After the gig, Seaman is nowhere to be seen - although Wes Brown and Wayne Bridge both say they enjoyed it."

"Me and a mate were being driven to a beer convention in Finland by Ralf Schumacher," recalls Martin from Somerset.

"We were in a Rover 25 but he kept saying it was a BMW. 'No, I drive for BMW, so it is a BMW,' he kept saying.

"'It looks like a Rover 25," I said. "No it is a BMW," he said, and so on."

From Pritesh Patel, Newcastle: "I was wandering round this huge city looking for evil ninjas. After beating four, I found myself in a massive dungeon, waiting for my next foe to reveal himself.

"Slowly he approached me, but wearing a mask and only two ft tall. It turned out it was Darius Vassell on his knees.

"After what seemed like hours of poncing around on my knees, I broke his leg and won. His mum then came in and gave me some steak.

"I don't even eat beef."

"A few years ago I had a very vivid dream that I was Cyril Washbrook, the old Lancashire and England opening batsman," recalls Alex in London.

"I have no idea why as I was not alive when he played and have only ever read about him.

"Anyway, in this Test I remember myself (or Cyril) playing two late cuts for four off successive balls, the second of which took me to my century.

"At the same time, I dreamt that I was one of the BBC commentators, probably Johnners, and remember saying that Cyril played those two shots to get to his century because he was so fond of that part of the ground (the game was played at Old Trafford).

"Since then I have checked, and in fact Washbrook never scored a Test century at Old Trafford - his highest score there was 85 not out against Australia."