Readers, Sound OFF: Have You Dreamed About Your Team?
By: Laurie | December 10th, 2007
Soccer love is obsessive love, and obsessions are what our brains grab onto when they create dreams. So dreaming about soccer is a natural and a beautiful thing. Tell this to your spouse the next time he/she wakes you up and tells you that you were screaming, “Yes! Score! Come on, baby!”
We will back you up.
We at The Offside want to know: Have you ever dreamed about your team? We’re not talking about, “US will someday win the World Cup” daydream stuff. We’re talking about those late night, “And then Zidane floated in? And he was wearing a bikini?” kinds of things.
I know I have. More than once. (Not Zidane in a bikini. Although… Well, never mind.) One of them went something like this:
Back in February, when my beloved France National Team was working on Euro qualification, I dreamed that I was trying to watch the France-Lithuania game on US TV. And yes, it was on. Amazing the fantasies our minds can come up with.
Immediately after I found the game, my mother-in-law called me away to fix her roof. (Don’t ask. I have no idea.) When I came back France was down 0-1, and the television program, being American, immediately went to commercial after commercial and never went back to the game.
Although if it had been real American TV, I suppose I would have had to listen to Tommy Smyth saying “Auld Onion Bag, Auld Onion Bag” over and over and over while the cameras cut away from play to interview Britney Spears. So I guess the actual dream wasn’t so bad.
But I know you’ve had better and/or more interesting dreams. Don’t be embarrassed. You’re among friends. Tell all!
We’re looking forward to hearing from you in the comments.
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It usually begins with a dog-pile of naked men…wait, is that the right one?
I haven’t had these recently, but back in the grips of my Liverpool days – back, for instance, during the season where I knocked down a shot of gin for every goal the team scored – I had a number of dreams of playing with the team. I was always on the field and was really quick, quick enough to keep right next to the play and call for the ball. But here’s the funny thing: never, in my memory, did I touch the ball; I was just there with them running around. Once or twice, I had a player bark at me about focusing on the game (Steven Gerrard, more than once).
In the dream I remember most clearly, Emile Heskey scores a goal (so, this is clearly a dream) so, off I go, running over to join the big dog-pile of players, we all congratulate each other, and, yeah, some are shirtless, all are sweaty, etc. So, in a sense, the naked dog-pile thing holds true…but that’s as far as it went…I swear.
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I hardly remember any of my dreams, but I wake up all the time with Timbers chants in my head, so I assume I do dream about them. Once I woke up singing (to the tune of “Farmer in the Dell”), “Cleats up on Levesque, Cleats up on Levesque, YOU DIRTY BASTARD! Cleats up on Levesque!” True story.
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There’s a player on my beloved Caley Thistle named Ian Black, and I always liked him not only because of having the name in common, but also because he’s a relatively short guy and I respect little guys that can compete with the giraffes. Anyway, the first time I actually saw him play live, he was stuck between these massive midfielders (for Hearts, I want to say) and the guy just looked tiny. That night, I had really weird dreams about a much, much shorter Ian Black (munchkin size at best) running after me trying to kick me in the shins. It was actually much scarier than it sounds.
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Mine involved wedding bells and Kim Kallstrom, and naturally Zlatan was his best man, who looked halfway decent in a tux. You can’t imagine how crushed I was to discover that in reality, Kim married some hot blond Swede this past summer.
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Jeez, Inara, even in your dreams, you’re in denial about Zlatan. (:
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Also, I might have mentioned this on your France blog Laurie, but my recent “team dream” was of me and Thierry Henry hanging out, and then we played basketball. He then gave me a free ticket to a France game, and I told him how he was Karim Benzema’s idol. Because, you know, Karim and I are BFFs.
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Martha, I think your constant posting about Zlatan has started invading my subconscious. Nowadays, I’m always keeping an eye out for Zlatan news though in general, I don’t follow Inter or even Serie A.
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Eeeeeeexcellent! That’s how it starts — just wait, by mid-February, you’ll be obsessed.
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My dreams about my team always involve me becoming the coach of th team and managing to bring us to the Champions League final that we invariably lose to a much bigger team on a referee error at wembley Stadium. I remember Joao havelange (don’t ask, he’s constantly in those) tapping me on the shoulder and saying “Don’t worry, you deserved it more than they did”. Than the players from the other team give us their medals as in the movie best of the best. It’s always how it happens.
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I had a dream where I was running late. I had to get to the Emirates, because I was supposed to play, and it was a big deal because I was the first female professional player in the world. But I was running late and I got to the stadium and I kept wandering around because I couldn’t find the player’s entrance so I was walking around the stairs and entrance in my kit and the security guards didn’t believe that I was a player, so they wouldn’t give me directions. But then I found my way and once I got there, Arsene Wenger lectured me about responsibility. Since I was a role model now and everything.
It was very odd. Most of my football-related dreams are, and this is going to sound really lame, me reading game reports on the Internet. They usually happen when there’s a game I’m worried about in the morning, and I dream I’m reading the match report. It always makes me feel kind of lame in the morning, because I’m dreaming about the Internet.
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This year it’s been more nightmares then dreams… ARRGGHH!!
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