I had this dream wherein I had either entered or been forced to enter some life and death contest which involved me having to run out to a stump in the middle of a field and glue things on to it without getting killed. I had to do it 3 times. My opponent was a guy I sort of know from Columbia named Roger.
The contest started and there was a lot of talking about how stupid I was and how I wasn’t going to last long. I wasn’t supposed to know where Roger was hiding or how he was going to try and kill me. Yet I somehow just figured it out by paying attention and I knew he was across a street with a sniper rifle. Knowing that he was going to try and shoot me from a distance, my tactic was simple…I just jumped and danced around like crazy. And hey, it worked.
For my last attempt, I figured he had discovered my tactics so I decided to try something else. I bent the rules and just hid. Everyone was upset about this, but hey, it appeared to be totally legal. After several hours he gave up, thinking I was dead or something, and then I just sprinted out there and did it.
Everyone was upset. Nobody cheered. I’d won by simply taking a different approach than was expected.
I guess I had this dream because before falling asleep I’d been thinking about how funny it was that I’d won our March Madness NCAA brackets in 2006 and 2007, despite having the least knowledge of anyone else participating about basketball. I just went through and picked by seed. This, apparently, is not how you’re supposed to play. You’re supposed to judge the strength of a team on some esoteric attribute instead of a generated statistic. But I did and I won, and nobody cheered or congratulated me. I retired from it forever immediately afterwards. I guess it still irks me in some way, which is why I have dreams about it.
