Dreams…
This is a bit of an odd one, but as I woke up this morning, I can remember odd parts of my dream fairly well… I don’t really remember dreams often, either…
I was back in Fiji, exploring one of the small islands, offering up a ‘Naka’, ‘Bula’, ‘Moce’ and so on along the way, where I came across a football pitch, and some English lads asked if I wanted to play. As ever, I was gagging for a game, so off I went… The game was a walk in the park, and we were 3-0 up before I knew it, and I went across to take a corner. As I stepped off the pitch to take the corner, I meet Shakira. Yeah, ‘THE Shakira’. She was really sad, and I was really curious as to why someone like that would be sad. She was crying, and I asked again, and she finally spilled; apparently growing up, her parents told her, the correct term for ‘Brother’ was ‘Kiddy Fiddler’, and she didn’t know any better. Nowadays she gets bullied and all sorts because of it, and she was so sad…
I convinced her to come with me and some friends i’d met somewhere (god knows?), and we hit the train station (as if Fiji has train stations in the islands?!) and left. On the way back, she began to break a smile…
I can’t quite remember anymore afterwards, what an ODD dream, ay? What does it mean? Kiddy Fiddler? Eh? Say What? Weirrrddd…
Only 2hrs til the final league game of the season, CANNOT WAIT.