Apr 21, 2011 12:55
So after staying awake until about 5am to see the players finally arrive at the Cibeles, I almost gave up twice, I actually still managed to dream of them tonight/this morning. And of Mourinho. Nothing huge, just impressions of the night. Not even a bit of Sergio killing the cup, lol.
But at the end of the dream there was Jose. No. There were two Joses. They were walking towards a house, something nice, white, normal with a green lawn in front of it. Weirdly, it felt important to me that they were dressed differently. One was wearing the black coat and the other one of those fashionable casual black leather jackets, some of the players have worn too when they're e.g. out on town.
I think they were talking. The Jose with the jacket was very deep in thought while the other Jose looked much more lighthearted.
At one point, they both had their hands in their pockets, coat!Jose nudged brooding!Jose with his elbow and made one of those silly movements Jose sometimes does when he turns, I think he wanted to cheer the other Jose up. Brooding!Jose was rather reluctant, but he smiled a bit, he actually thought it was funny, but there was clearly something on his mind that made it impossible for him to be as happy or as silly as the other Jose.
After that, coat!Jose walked to the door of the house and went inside while brooding!Jose remained standing in front of it. ... for some reason it was crucial to see if he too would go inside, but he kept standing there and there was no way to tell if he'd just walk further down the street or go inside the house. Then that dream was over.
Excuse me, I feel really strange today. Mostly, I suppose, because last night was impressive and everything and everyone exuded so much emotion, and today I feel somewhat empty again.
football: josé mourinho,
dream a little dream