oh my god, god help me.
Well, I just had the most disturbing dream I've had in a while.
So the U.S. Presidential Election's coming up. Except in my dream, it was Roger Federer (the Swiss tennis star that my mom and I adore) running against... Frieza. Yes, discount everything you know about American politics. Instead of an election they were determining the outcome through a nationally televised tennis match. You'd think Federer would win. And my mother definitely thought he would. No one seemed to be worried except for me. No Americans seemed to realize exactly who this weirdo Frieza was, and what he would do if he won the election.
Oh yeah, and I was Chi-Chi. I think it was taking place during the "seven years" and Goku was dead. In any case, it was public knowledge, or Frieza had made an announcement, or something, that if he became "President" (which in this case really meant "Emperor") he would force me to marry him. As revenge. So I was clearly more distressed than everyone else.
So Federer lost the first two sets, unbelievably, and then won the next two. In the fifth and final set he seemed to be leading, but it went into a tiebreak, and suddenly it ceased being tennis and became a music competition show - like they'd play a piece and the player would have to guess whether it was Mozart or Beethoven. On the final, decisive question, they had to listen to a piece and then name the kind of music it was. Federer thought he had it down but he came up with the strangest, dumbest answer - Empire - and was wrong. Frieza answered something that also sounded strange but at least sounded like it could be a musical term - Fane, I think - and was right, so he won.
The last thing I remember is trying frantically to negotiate a way out for myself. I don't think it was going to work.
So the U.S. Presidential Election's coming up. Except in my dream, it was Roger Federer (the Swiss tennis star that my mom and I adore) running against... Frieza. Yes, discount everything you know about American politics. Instead of an election they were determining the outcome through a nationally televised tennis match. You'd think Federer would win. And my mother definitely thought he would. No one seemed to be worried except for me. No Americans seemed to realize exactly who this weirdo Frieza was, and what he would do if he won the election.
Oh yeah, and I was Chi-Chi. I think it was taking place during the "seven years" and Goku was dead. In any case, it was public knowledge, or Frieza had made an announcement, or something, that if he became "President" (which in this case really meant "Emperor") he would force me to marry him. As revenge. So I was clearly more distressed than everyone else.
So Federer lost the first two sets, unbelievably, and then won the next two. In the fifth and final set he seemed to be leading, but it went into a tiebreak, and suddenly it ceased being tennis and became a music competition show - like they'd play a piece and the player would have to guess whether it was Mozart or Beethoven. On the final, decisive question, they had to listen to a piece and then name the kind of music it was. Federer thought he had it down but he came up with the strangest, dumbest answer - Empire - and was wrong. Frieza answered something that also sounded strange but at least sounded like it could be a musical term - Fane, I think - and was right, so he won.
The last thing I remember is trying frantically to negotiate a way out for myself. I don't think it was going to work.