What Do You Mean Football Isn't An Olympic Sport?

So, I had this dream on Saturday morning. One of those "I'm only awake right now because the cat poked at my nose and I'll be asleep again in about five seconds" mornings. Just, you know, so you know. Anyway, it was one of those really vivid dreams you have when you've managed to convince yourself to go back to sleep for a while even though you really should be getting up.

So, I'm at the Olympics and I'm in this really square and really, really tall stadium. And the American football team is playing...some other country. Hard to determine. All the American players are wearing Redskins uniforms. All the players from the other country...aren't wearing football uniforms. One guy is in a gray business suit and he's wearing this massive sunglasses. Another guy is wearing some sort of traditional clothing that looks like it landed on the field after making a stop off in the Stargate SG-1 costuming shop (natives section), and he has this fabulous headgear that sort of looks like Nerfertiti's hat, only with a bunch of fringe on it. And I get worried because these guys are going to be a symphony of broken bones in about two minutes when the Americans plow into them.

So, this dream could mean many things. It could mean that I'm worried about Americans beating the crap out of less fortunate countries at the Olympics, or economically. It could mean I'm worried about the war and possible other actions that could be coming down the pike. It could mean that, despite my best efforts to avoid football, it's encoded into my DNA, much like my fight or flight response. It could mean I ate too close to going to bed the night before. Or I could have visited an alternate universe where all this really happened. If only I'd woken up clutching the game ball.