Post by Baker on Mar 25, 2020 0:16:42 GMT
*Didn't know where to post this but did decide it was worthy of its own thread.
Last night I had a rare wrestling dream. This is weird because I have not at all been in a wrestling mood during the past two weeks. It's also odd because I've only had maybe 5 or 6 wrestling dreams in my entire life. (One involved the Mountie jumping off a beam in a barn. Another was my debut match-a tag team affair against two members of Special K. And I forget the rest) Anyway, upon waking up from this glorious dream at 4:21 this morning I scribbled what I remembered on a little scrap of paper so I could later share it with PW (I have a bad habit of quickly forgetting dreams).
I arrived late to a Wrestlemania party. This party took place at a house I cannot place. There were several people there, but the only one I remember is my 2000-2006 friend Boo. Some of these other people, whoever they may have been, were wagering on the matches. There was a notebook on a table chronicling the results of this Wrestlemania in very nice printed handwriting. In my dream I knew this was my brother's writing, though it was most decidedly not his real life handwriting. The card was massive. Something like 15-20 matches written out in two columns. Sadly, I only remember 3 of those matches. This is exactly as they were written in the dream notebook....
Dream Wrestlemania
Opener: Sting defeated Lord Steven Regal w/ Fit Finlay & Earl Robert Eaton. Regal was wearing dark trunks. So you know what that means.
Against all logic, I DID know exactly what that meant. It meant His Lordship pissed his pants! See, in the Dreamlands, Regal's gimmick is he pisses his (dark) pants when in trouble. In the dream I knew this just as surely as I know my own name.
Match #3 or #4 (I forget which, but it was toward the bottom of the card): Brock Lesnar defeats Mojo Rawley
This is weird because I really have no idea what a "Mojo Rawley" is. I have never seen him in action. I know nothing about his gimmick/character. Until two minutes ago I did not even know what he looked like (turns out he looks like a generic jobber). His is just a name I occasionally see online. Yet there he is jobbing to Brock Lesnar on the undercard of a literal dream Wrestlemania. š¤Æ would surely object to the usage of Brock here.
Match #6 or #7- The Giant defeats Daniel Bryan
This was written smaller than the other entries, leading me to believe the author of this mystery dream notebook with his or her impeccable penmanship (my brother?) was a Daniel Bryan fan.
Main Event Time
Now the dream moved from a house I could not place to an actual arena. I am now at Wrestlemania! The venue was a mid-sized arena reminiscent of the Hershey, PA arena, or perhaps the UMBC Fieldhouse. There were lots of empty seats in this smallish Arena. It was half filled at best. After a split second of confusion, dream me realized why- "Coronavirus!"
The Main Event was a tag match featuring John Cena & Undertaker. I do not know whether they were partners or opponents. Undertaker had a really long entrance to music I do not remember, but it was definitely not his traditional theme, or even a theme he used on occasion. Oh, and John Cena was wearing a sparkly gold jacket. Something like this, but gold....
And now for the #1 best part of this already awesome dream. Yes, even better than Cena's epic jacket, or Regal's unfortunate bladder problems. John Cena took his time playing to the crowd with taunts. Undertaker stood right behind him the entire time with a "Fuck this guy" face. Dream me got a huge kick out of Taker's look of utter disdain for his partner/opponent. My friends (whoever they may have been) and I were booing Cena. I cannot speak for my mysterious cohorts, but my booing was good-natured. I didn't really "hate" John Cena. I was just playing along. One person in my mystery group was cheering for Cena. I distinctly remember thinking "that must be jTjohncenaGOAT ....or KING KID " in my dream. Is Kid even a Cena fan? lol
Then I woke up. Stupid alarm clock.....
Last night I had a rare wrestling dream. This is weird because I have not at all been in a wrestling mood during the past two weeks. It's also odd because I've only had maybe 5 or 6 wrestling dreams in my entire life. (One involved the Mountie jumping off a beam in a barn. Another was my debut match-a tag team affair against two members of Special K. And I forget the rest) Anyway, upon waking up from this glorious dream at 4:21 this morning I scribbled what I remembered on a little scrap of paper so I could later share it with PW (I have a bad habit of quickly forgetting dreams).
I arrived late to a Wrestlemania party. This party took place at a house I cannot place. There were several people there, but the only one I remember is my 2000-2006 friend Boo. Some of these other people, whoever they may have been, were wagering on the matches. There was a notebook on a table chronicling the results of this Wrestlemania in very nice printed handwriting. In my dream I knew this was my brother's writing, though it was most decidedly not his real life handwriting. The card was massive. Something like 15-20 matches written out in two columns. Sadly, I only remember 3 of those matches. This is exactly as they were written in the dream notebook....
Dream Wrestlemania
Opener: Sting defeated Lord Steven Regal w/ Fit Finlay & Earl Robert Eaton. Regal was wearing dark trunks. So you know what that means.
Against all logic, I DID know exactly what that meant. It meant His Lordship pissed his pants! See, in the Dreamlands, Regal's gimmick is he pisses his (dark) pants when in trouble. In the dream I knew this just as surely as I know my own name.
Match #3 or #4 (I forget which, but it was toward the bottom of the card): Brock Lesnar defeats Mojo Rawley
This is weird because I really have no idea what a "Mojo Rawley" is. I have never seen him in action. I know nothing about his gimmick/character. Until two minutes ago I did not even know what he looked like (turns out he looks like a generic jobber). His is just a name I occasionally see online. Yet there he is jobbing to Brock Lesnar on the undercard of a literal dream Wrestlemania. š¤Æ would surely object to the usage of Brock here.
Match #6 or #7- The Giant defeats Daniel Bryan
This was written smaller than the other entries, leading me to believe the author of this mystery dream notebook with his or her impeccable penmanship (my brother?) was a Daniel Bryan fan.
Main Event Time
Now the dream moved from a house I could not place to an actual arena. I am now at Wrestlemania! The venue was a mid-sized arena reminiscent of the Hershey, PA arena, or perhaps the UMBC Fieldhouse. There were lots of empty seats in this smallish Arena. It was half filled at best. After a split second of confusion, dream me realized why- "Coronavirus!"
The Main Event was a tag match featuring John Cena & Undertaker. I do not know whether they were partners or opponents. Undertaker had a really long entrance to music I do not remember, but it was definitely not his traditional theme, or even a theme he used on occasion. Oh, and John Cena was wearing a sparkly gold jacket. Something like this, but gold....
And now for the #1 best part of this already awesome dream. Yes, even better than Cena's epic jacket, or Regal's unfortunate bladder problems. John Cena took his time playing to the crowd with taunts. Undertaker stood right behind him the entire time with a "Fuck this guy" face. Dream me got a huge kick out of Taker's look of utter disdain for his partner/opponent. My friends (whoever they may have been) and I were booing Cena. I cannot speak for my mysterious cohorts, but my booing was good-natured. I didn't really "hate" John Cena. I was just playing along. One person in my mystery group was cheering for Cena. I distinctly remember thinking "that must be jTjohncenaGOAT ....or KING KID " in my dream. Is Kid even a Cena fan? lol
Then I woke up. Stupid alarm clock.....
