I had a cool dream last night. I know, I know, people hate to hear about other’s people’s dreams. Bear with me, though, because I so rarely remember my dreams. And, in this one, I won the World Cup for England!
Here’s how it went. My wife and I are walking past the stadium during the World Cup Final (actually it wasn’t a stadium, more just a flat piece of land like kids play on) and there is an injury in extra time. Somehow, they choose me to enter the game (even though I’m American and not eligible for the English National Team – surely the only thing holding me back 🙂 ). So, I get the ball and go on a run towards the goal. I get tackled hard in the penalty area and am awarded a penalty shot.
So, I line up for the shot. No butterflies in my stomach. No nervousness. No little voice in my head telling me “you’re gonna miss this”. Pretty much the opposite of what would happen in real life. I take my shot, low and strong on the ground, just inside the right post. The goalie had no chance.
The funny thing is, I win the World Cup and the crowd doesn’t erupt in cheer at first. Everything is quiet. I yell out “I won the World Cup!” Everyone looks at each other and then finally start cheering. Then, they bring out the cup and everyone is wondering who should get to carry it around first. Me, being the great sportsman, tell David Beckham he can go first since he’s done so much for soccer throughout the world.
Then my alarm clock rang and I woke up. I’m not sure why I had this dream, but I have clues. My wife and I were watching T.V. last night and some soccer movie was on. I have no idea what it was called, but it was interesting. Also, I read Men’s Health before bed last night. Who is on the cover of that issue? David Beckham.
Anyone else have interesting dreams lately?
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