Why Brain Why?
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[music: Ludovico Einaudi - Lady Labyrinth]
Me: Dear Brain, can I please have something other than emotionally disturbing dreams about soccer players?
Brain: TORRES HAS ALL THE CANCER!
Me:
It was such a relief to wake up and remember he's fine, but vivid dream emotions always seem to linger for a while after I wake. For the past three weeks or so, my dreams have been mostly comprised of footballers experiencing emotionally taxing situations like the one above, though there was a nice Captain America-themed dream in there. Granted, the Captain America dream wasn't drama-free either since I got shot twice during some random sidewalk battle, but I was awfully cheerful about it, grinning the entire time I announced "This hurts far more than I imagined!" Ha. Sampling of the off-the-wall dreams and the players featuring in them behind the cut.
A brief sampling of my recent dreams:
• Players are being purposefully injured for fan entertainment, and the refs essentially tell them to suck it up and try not to die, because hey, we pay you exorbitant amounts of money, your pain is expected. Pique-the-fountain-of-blood makes an appearance.
• I lure chickens from a neighboring farm to my barn to feed Bojan Krkic, who I am hiding in an attempt to keep him safe/alive during an ethnic genocide against Catalunya. Also, he was pregnant. I gotta give you props on that one, brain. I spent a different dream trying to comfort a sobbing, inconsolable Bojan whose life appeared to be coming unglued following career decisions in A.S. Roma.
• Sitting beside Fernando Torres's hospital bed, we get news that he doesn't just have cancer, he has all the cancer. Apparently, it's not just cancer spreading to different organs, but rather multiple types. Queue some of the most heart-wrenching facial expressions I remember ever dreaming. After he refuses additional tests and flees, he's tackled mercilessly by hospital security that look like mall cops and let's out a blood-curdling scream as they slam a needle into his hip to extract bone marrow. Why Crimmity Christmas why?
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Sergio Ramos gleefully makes me and several Barca players drive vehicles into horrific crashes of almost certain death. He forces David Villa and Xavi Hernandez to drive off a pier into the ocean to drown while I have to drive Bojan and I off a massive cliff (we basically just tipped sideways over a guard rail), though Sergio himself was in our backseat, so either he was homicidal-suicidal, or he thought he'd survive the game. Given that he styled his hair with a machete in this dream, maybe all of the above.
The other night Sergio showed up in shady capacity again to pull some subterfuge and toy with Bojan's emotions, but at least last night he and Fernando got some genuinely happy moments...before Bojan's life was put on the line with a trap door mechanism that would send him plummeting if they weren't able to get to him in time. Pique and his penchant for having li'l Bo in his arms saved the day on this one, so whew.
Dominic Cobb would be in serious danger if he tried to incept my mind, on the real. My brain clearly has a field day while I'm asleep, and while I can credit my recent fandom-ing with the frequent player cameos, I still don't know where the intensely emotional backdrops are coming from--I'm plenty happy and well-adjusted in my waking hours! XD Maybe it stems partially from an innate want to shield players I care about from the negative pressure they're often under? Though none of that explains why Bojan was knocked up in my barn, or why Sergio Ramos was nonchalantly arranging car accidents. Oh well.
<-- Appropriate icon is appropriate.]
[music: Ludovico Einaudi - Lady Labyrinth]
Me: Dear Brain, can I please have something other than emotionally disturbing dreams about soccer players?
Brain: TORRES HAS ALL THE CANCER!
Me:
It was such a relief to wake up and remember he's fine, but vivid dream emotions always seem to linger for a while after I wake. For the past three weeks or so, my dreams have been mostly comprised of footballers experiencing emotionally taxing situations like the one above, though there was a nice Captain America-themed dream in there. Granted, the Captain America dream wasn't drama-free either since I got shot twice during some random sidewalk battle, but I was awfully cheerful about it, grinning the entire time I announced "This hurts far more than I imagined!" Ha. Sampling of the off-the-wall dreams and the players featuring in them behind the cut.
A brief sampling of my recent dreams:
• Players are being purposefully injured for fan entertainment, and the refs essentially tell them to suck it up and try not to die, because hey, we pay you exorbitant amounts of money, your pain is expected. Pique-the-fountain-of-blood makes an appearance.
• I lure chickens from a neighboring farm to my barn to feed Bojan Krkic, who I am hiding in an attempt to keep him safe/alive during an ethnic genocide against Catalunya. Also, he was pregnant. I gotta give you props on that one, brain. I spent a different dream trying to comfort a sobbing, inconsolable Bojan whose life appeared to be coming unglued following career decisions in A.S. Roma.
• Sitting beside Fernando Torres's hospital bed, we get news that he doesn't just have cancer, he has all the cancer. Apparently, it's not just cancer spreading to different organs, but rather multiple types. Queue some of the most heart-wrenching facial expressions I remember ever dreaming. After he refuses additional tests and flees, he's tackled mercilessly by hospital security that look like mall cops and let's out a blood-curdling scream as they slam a needle into his hip to extract bone marrow. Why Crimmity Christmas why?
•
Sergio Ramos gleefully makes me and several Barca players drive vehicles into horrific crashes of almost certain death. He forces David Villa and Xavi Hernandez to drive off a pier into the ocean to drown while I have to drive Bojan and I off a massive cliff (we basically just tipped sideways over a guard rail), though Sergio himself was in our backseat, so either he was homicidal-suicidal, or he thought he'd survive the game. Given that he styled his hair with a machete in this dream, maybe all of the above.
The other night Sergio showed up in shady capacity again to pull some subterfuge and toy with Bojan's emotions, but at least last night he and Fernando got some genuinely happy moments...before Bojan's life was put on the line with a trap door mechanism that would send him plummeting if they weren't able to get to him in time. Pique and his penchant for having li'l Bo in his arms saved the day on this one, so whew.
Dominic Cobb would be in serious danger if he tried to incept my mind, on the real. My brain clearly has a field day while I'm asleep, and while I can credit my recent fandom-ing with the frequent player cameos, I still don't know where the intensely emotional backdrops are coming from--I'm plenty happy and well-adjusted in my waking hours! XD Maybe it stems partially from an innate want to shield players I care about from the negative pressure they're often under? Though none of that explains why Bojan was knocked up in my barn, or why Sergio Ramos was nonchalantly arranging car accidents. Oh well.