unlikely dreams

i dreamt we were watching soccer. i don't know why but i felt the happiness in this dream. you were hugging me and we watched the players run. there was some fair around with baloons and placards where we took photos with a few people (who i'm trying to focus the faces since this morning). this is weird, you know? because somehow it was you but it couldn't be you. it was some kind of dream mistake, it was a representation of what i once knew as mine and safe, and you were the last i'd pick in this portrait. you and that kind of happiness don't match.
at the same time it looked so real that scares me.
in this dream we made a race in a roof. we swam in a lake covered with waterlilies. we were unexpectedly well.