It’s no secret that I have vivid and strange dreams. Apparently, the build up to this summer’s World Cup tournament must be getting to me.
Last night, I dreamt about playing in a volleyball tournament against English soccer player Wayne Rooney. And after our game, we went to a pub and had a few beers. Bizarre.
To be fair, that’s probably a lot better than dreaming of hanging out with Portugal’s Cristiano Ronaldo.