So I had a very enlightening dream last night. I usually don;t remember my dreams ever, but lately I seem to be having one every night. (Not bad ones at least.) Anyways,
In my dream I was visiting over in England with a friend whose face is already fuzzy in my mind. We stumbled across of a group of Euro kids, and they were playing soccer so we asked to join them. Not a big deal except there was that whole awkward thing where no one really knows if they want us to be there etc. So me and my friend divided up and started to play girls against guys indoor soccer. Except we practically were playing in a hallway so it was more…run the ball up…pant pant…and run the ball back down the hall. Score by hitting the wall, cheers all around etc. I scored twice but on the last score one of the guys got upset and now I can barely remember but he somehow said I cheated or scored for outbounds. So the guys huddled up to calm him down and then the girls team came round and was all “Aww…he’s just being pissy. You didn’t know, and you werent outbounds etc.” Then the guy went into the soccer office (built into the wall.) and started discussing something with our girl leader. Then she came out and asked if we were comfortable playing in less clothing. Which I didn’t quite grasp until we started playing again and I realized that me and my friend were dressed fully, while everyone else was in skimpy soccer duds. Then somehow I jumped in time and me and my friend were leaving but before we did we left portraits (8×10s) of ourselves so they would have something to remember us by.
So i miss dancing in Prague. something very freeing about not caring anymore what others think, especially if they are out there with you looking crazy. So we all went out one night (one night? who am I kidding?) and ordered a round of shots and then a few beers and started dancing. Anyways it was actually good fun, except everyone kept complaining about the song choices, and one from our crew got his camera stolen.
taken by photo kids
A random/free disco in Prague
another interesting side note about dancing* So the guy I stayed with in Switzerland is a physciatrist. (misspelled I know, but sound it out, its like mad libs) and he said he goes out at least once or twice every eek and goes dancing/clubbing because after being stuck up with depressed people you need to get out and exercise/let loose and be happy otherwise you become depressed. He’s a bit like a dolphin really. You know how depressed people are always going out and swimming with dolphins. well I bet that’s why dolphins like to play so much, because they need to release some stress after being around really sad mates.
