Doctors, Orange juice, a weird middle school conversation, and I'm pretending to be a famous soccer player.

Date: 12/7/2016

By Mattie07

We're underway to a place with our car, and for some reason I get a feeling as if I'm in a roller coaster. First we're driving to some friends, but later there's something about the eye operation my youngest brother had a couple months ago. The doctor speaks a language that doesn't really exist (Something between English and my native language) , and I'm the only one who understands him. He wants to put some kind of plastic over my brothers eyes. Suddenly I find a roll of plastic next to me, I rip it kind of messy, but the doctor takes it anyway. I'm sitting with my other little brother's, and ask something about a glass of orange juice that's still on the table. I actually hoped that nobody would answer and I could have that glass, but it appears it's my middle little brothers. The doctor and my youngest brother have disappeared, but that feels normal. My oldest younger brother (Yes, I have three younger brothers) tells about the middle school he wants to attend. Suddenly the scenery changes and we are in the school, sitting in a big hall, with a lot of people around a really big table. There is a women whose task it is to tell us about the school, I assumed, well..... I just knew it. The only thing she told us about the school was that nine year olds could attend the school now, joining my brother in the same class. She also told us about an annual day they celebrated on this school: The National Day Of The Lollipop. Suddenly I remembered seeing a flyer about this celebration. It said this: National Lollipop Day. How many can you unbox? I thought about how it 'sucked' that you couldn't eat the lollipops, only unbox them for convenience stores, or something like that, so actually doing work. Anyway, there was a nine year old girl that said: "Cool, just like the Americans." The women ignored her and told us we were going to play a game. She gave us two words and we had to guess the story that belonged best to those two words. If I remember correctly the two words were: Monster and Love. A lot of ideas were suggested, but I can't remember all of them. I remember one, it's about a monster that that kills and eats people, but one day he finds himself falling in love with someone who he planned to kill/eat. Someone commented on this story: "In my country, the monster could also have been a girl." The whole time, I'm wondering if I should try to guess the story. I remember trying one time, but the women didn't let me finish, and said that I should leave my brother to do those things, because he would do a better job. I pat my brother on the head, he grins. Suddenly we're sitting around the table (who appears to be really high from the ground by the way) and a girl starts talking about an awful city. Random male voices agree with her. It's about a beach with separated girl and boy sides. The girl told us that she didn't like the big crowd and the noise. But the random male voices had another opinion. They called the girl's beach a sea of black bikini's and told us that they felt really awkward felt on the boys beach. The women totally agrees with all of them. My brother and I said that we haven't heard of such a place, although for some reason I think of Scheveningen (a Dutch beach place) The women is surprised that we don't know the place, considering how terrible it is, and tries to convince us that we know it. The Scenery changes again into a stadium, with me busy scoring a goal. The crowd is brimming with excitement, and so am I. The commentator says something like: "The prodigy does it again." And only then for some reason I remember that I'm a famous soccer player. We play a rough kind of soccer, some things that would be forbidden are not. Someone gets the ball and plays it to me, because obviously the prodigy always gets the ball. Not the best choice. I'm marked by three people, luckily I manage to pass to another player, but he doesn't get it. I'm removed harshly from the field by my trainer, who reminds me of Donald trump. The commentator sounds really surprised, but also agrees that somebody with such a big mistake should be removed immediately. I'm on the bench, that looks a little bit like a mini tribune, and ask myself what went wrong, or rather what did I do wrong? I ask the women who previously gave us the 'explanation' about my brothers school. She says I should forget about it, and that I'd never understand it anyway. I'm starting to complain that this job caused me to mis a job interview. Apparently I'm not the real prodigy, it was my brother, but he died, and I'm doing this in his memory. The year is 2047. The first person perspective moves and I'm seeing my character in third person. A young men from around twenty with a fit body and fair curly hair. Suddenly I'm someone else and sitting on a little table in a space that directly connects to the stadium and looks like the hall where I was earlier. The stadium appears to be inside the hall. Opposite of me sits an elegant female, she's complaining about my previous persona. She says: "All I asked for was a boner (yes,yes, you read that right) , but he refused" And thus the dream ends ......... ... .. .