But that’s what happens in Brazil when I’m about to play. Their whole country is cheering for them when they come on, because they know the same thing I do. We were going to lose. Then I wake up. I rush to the TV, to see if the dream was true. It was. We had lost. The Brazilians were celebrating. I was so disappointed. I was so sure we would win. But I guess the dream I had was real. What if all the dreams I had were real? The next night I wake up from a dream about winning.