A hybrid game and a haunted mirror
Dec. 7th, 2024 07:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupo I dreamed a group of gentlemen of means had convinced several NFL players (from the Chargers, for some reason) to play an exhibition "game" against several aging stars of Euro soccer clubs. The modified rules, which prohibited tackling in the American football sense, amounted to a game in which the soccer players kicked the ball while the American footballers threw the ball around like handball, trying to send it into the net. It promised to be something of a spectacle, and for some reason the Americans still wore helmets, despite the dearth of tackling (perhaps just a visual cue to the spectators).
This hybrid experiment was taking place at an indoor stadium in Jersey City (I know of no such stadium in the waking world), and I was somehow involved in the proceedings, perhaps as a guy who'd made the original pitch for some kind of hybrid contest.
It was a low-scoring affair at first, with no goals for the first half, but then, due to a seeming total lack of defense, ended up going into the 50s range in terms of scoring, on both sides (I believe the soccer players prevailed, but only by a hair).
During a break in the game, I had gone to a restroom with a large, oval mirror. It was overhung by a curtain. As I raised the curtain, I noticed that my reflection had its back turned to me. I demanded it turn around, but when it did, my face was twisted in a demonic snarl, darkness raging.
"You can't even bear to look at me," my reflection sneered, and once again turned its back.
I replaced the curtain over the haunted mirror and returned to the sidelines.
This hybrid experiment was taking place at an indoor stadium in Jersey City (I know of no such stadium in the waking world), and I was somehow involved in the proceedings, perhaps as a guy who'd made the original pitch for some kind of hybrid contest.
It was a low-scoring affair at first, with no goals for the first half, but then, due to a seeming total lack of defense, ended up going into the 50s range in terms of scoring, on both sides (I believe the soccer players prevailed, but only by a hair).
During a break in the game, I had gone to a restroom with a large, oval mirror. It was overhung by a curtain. As I raised the curtain, I noticed that my reflection had its back turned to me. I demanded it turn around, but when it did, my face was twisted in a demonic snarl, darkness raging.
"You can't even bear to look at me," my reflection sneered, and once again turned its back.
I replaced the curtain over the haunted mirror and returned to the sidelines.
