At Least Cesc and Messi Weren't There?
In my dream, I was at some kind of international football-related tournament - it was all football players competing, but Zlatan Ibrahimovic won the whole thing by winning a horse race, I don't even know. But somehow, I ended up in the restaurant with the after-party, sharing a table with Zlatan, Pique, Puyol, David Villa, and a bunch of other footballers. Or, not quite sharing a table, but more like lurking quietly next to the table in an agony of nerves, trying to work up the nerve to ask Pique for his autograph. I'm pretty sure no one would have cared if I sat down with them - it was a very friendly table - but I was so terrified of embarrassing myself I just couldn't.
Finally I left to get an actual piece of paper for them to sign, and when I came back all the Spanish players except for Iniesta had left and my grandmother was sitting there chatting to Zlatan about his life in Italy. He got up to leave just as I sat down, so my grandma pretty much ordered to me to go after him, since he is one of my top ten football idol crushes, and I did, and actually asked him if he would give me his autograph. And his response was basically 'lol, no.'
On the one hand, that is totally how I expect the Zlatan would act in real life. On the other hand, BRAIN, THIS IS MY DREAM. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN IF YOU WANT IT TO. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME ACT LIKE JUST AS MUCH OF A FANGIRLY LOSER AS I WOULD IN REAL LIFE?
As bizarre football dreams go, this still doesn't top the one where I had to help Iker Casillas find the porno he starred in.
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Finally I left to get an actual piece of paper for them to sign, and when I came back all the Spanish players except for Iniesta had left and my grandmother was sitting there chatting to Zlatan about his life in Italy. He got up to leave just as I sat down, so my grandma pretty much ordered to me to go after him, since he is one of my top ten football idol crushes, and I did, and actually asked him if he would give me his autograph. And his response was basically 'lol, no.'
On the one hand, that is totally how I expect the Zlatan would act in real life. On the other hand, BRAIN, THIS IS MY DREAM. ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN IF YOU WANT IT TO. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME ACT LIKE JUST AS MUCH OF A FANGIRLY LOSER AS I WOULD IN REAL LIFE?
As bizarre football dreams go, this still doesn't top the one where I had to help Iker Casillas find the porno he starred in.
This entry was originally posted at http://masterofmidgets.dreamwidth.org/251159.html. You can also comment there using OpenID.