Sweet Dreams.

Never say you don´t want to dream about something or someone, because then you certainly will. I did and now I have had two very disturbing dreams, two nights in a row. Can´t wait what I´ll dream this night. I know, now that I´ve strated this everyone wants to know what I have been subconsciously thinking. First was more odd than the second one, I can tell you that right now. I was standing in a kleinbus (you know that sweet VW car that they drive at Little Miss Sunshine). The vehicle was parked on the yard of my elementary school and I was watching (big surprise given the last few days) a football match. I am pretty sure it was Spain vs. Sweden, at least the players represented those countries. I remember that Zlatan Ibrahimovic of Sweden scored a goal behind Iker Casillas´ back and I was pissed. It must have been a draw, because it ended with penalty kicks. And Spain lost. I was horrified and I remeber that in the dream I walked to Casillas, hugged him and asked what is going on next. Well, the next thing was that I was trying to wake up Rafael Nadal, who was sleeping on the yard with a pile of books. He was supposed to play some really big and important final, but all he wanted to do was sleep. And the Spanish goalkeeper was standing next to me all the time. I know, this is bizarre at least, but I can´t choose my dreams. I can only hope that it was because of an article featuring both Nadal and Casillas that I read the day before. But what was Zlatan doing in my dream is a complete mystery to me. The second dream was much more sane and normal, it was just about watching a football match on TV. All I can remeber is that it was a Liverpool (yes, horrific) game and that Torres was celebrating a goal he´d scored. Thank god I will be kept away from my computer for the weekened, maybe these dreams end that way If not, at least I have something to write about and you, my dear readers, have something to laugh about.

Actually, I´ve had couple of encounters today that have made me smile. The first one was when I was at grandma´s and went to the library. I was sitting there, reading Episodi, when I heard two girls talking. About Twilight. About Edward and the forthcoming movie. I was like, oh please, not you too. The other was when we were almost back at home. There is this playground near our house and a boy came runnign from there. His shirt was awesome. Yellow and red and the word spelled across his chest. That´s right. It was Espana. (I can´t get the right kind of n there right now.) The world ain´t that big of a place after all.

No transfer news today, but I just read that Kolo Toure is down with malaria. Not nice at all, Arsenal´s defence might be facing problems if he isn´t fit soon. Like I could see any other games than those of Champions League, I´m still dedicated to this team. This isn´t fun at all, because the list of sick and injured is too long considering that the season starts in three weeks. No can do.

Tomorrow I´m off to meet some relatives (not too many I hope) and after that I´m heading towards a lake view at our summer cottage. I should be back on Monday. More babbling then. I should be informed though if someone finally gets around to buy Arshavin from Zenit. Like that´s going to happen... Anyway, everyone get their asses outside since the good weather was finally reached this corner of the world, enjoy the summer, have fun, just relax. It´s all over too soon anyway.See you next week. (In real life for a movie and for a travel report. )

:D IWFT