I'm not sure if anyone has written a fan post like this or not, but what the fuck, here it goes.
So I immediately start my dream off in a fancy condo, like the ones that millionaires have. I don't know how i got there, but all I know is that I'm visiting my good friend, Vitor Belfort. It wasn't like those dreams where you are someone else either, I was DERIDIVIS STAR in this one. He is either cooking something or cleaning something, or looking for something in the kitchen when the conversation starts. It's a bunch of rambled portuguese that I understand, but wouldn't make sense to someone that speaks portuguese lol. It would be like taking the few words you understand in a foreign language and just putting them together just for the sake of doing it.
It was at this time we starting speaking english, and I noticed that Vitor was on the cover of A sports Illustrated Magazine. I was kinda feeling jealous of his success for some reason, (but not in a hateful way) and I kinda sarcastically said, "I guess you are a big shot now. heh heh." ( I remember heh hehing for some reason.) Surprisingly enough, he didn't start rambling on about Jesus, He just kinda smiled and said, " Yeah man, it was a lotta harhd hwork!" Although we never spoke about it, I knew at some point in my visit we were going to start smoking pot, cause that's just the guy vitor is I guess.
All of a sudden, Vitor's two bitch ass little girly dogs ( must have been his wife's) start sniffing under the front door and growling. Vitor is like "Fuck!" and then mumbles curses in his native tongue, then he says, "Not in my house!". I go into his living room, cause the dogs move towards the door over there, ( The living room and kitchen were right next to each other, huge room by the way.) and I peek my head under that door. Sniffing on the other side is a huge, BULL MASTIFF ROTWEILER mix with a microphone that looks like a goatee and has a shining blue light on it. Vitor opens the door, and lets the dog in. He then says,"Look, an officer entered my house with no search warrant." I couldn't help but marvel at the genius of the fighter we all have come to know as the "phenom".
So he then says, "Wait here, I'm going to call the cops and let them know what happened, and that I'm calling my lawyers, If a cop comes up to the door, you can open it, but say they can't enter cause you are not the owner and are just visiting." Once again i was impressed, although now looking back at this statement, i am pretty sure i wouldn't have opened the door. Sure enough, A cop comes and I tell her that Vitor is waiting with her dog in the elevator lobby by the front desk. I go with her to find vitor but she instead takes me to a large mechanical room, where a bunch of other cops are investigating something. she starts talking to them and seeing my chance I GET THE FUCK OUT SONS, Heading back to the lobby as soon as she leaves.
If you have ever had a dream with an MMA legend I would like to read it, Hopefully it's not as detailed as mine.....