And The Last Time He Got Me Was The Last Time He Cried

Date: 8/25/2020

I was in Edinburgh with Jack and I think Wullie but the other person was very much a peripheral character in the dream. We were there to watch a football match on TV, Celtic v Dundee Utd. We were in a hotel of some sort and were sitting down to eat. I then realise that I had agreed to meet with another friend of mine, Kenny, who is a Dundee Utd fan. Kenny doesn't know Jack or Wullie. I went off outside to search for Kenny and found myself on a set of concrete stairs at the side of the hotel building. I made my way inside again and tried to phone Kenny to find out where he was. A woman answered the phone and it turned out it was Heather, Kenny's wife. We start chatting and Heather starts to tell me a story about how she ended up with Kenny's phone. She trails off and the scene changes to a hotel room. I check the time and it is something like 1.15 or 1.20pm. I am concerned I am missing the match as I think kick off time was 1pm. I scan the Sky Sports channels and can't find the game. I find other Celtic related programs but not the match I phone Jack to tell him the game is not on TV and he tells me that Kenny has joined up with him and Wullie. I feel better because I now know Kenny isn't on his own waiting for me. I then make my way back towards where I was before with Jack and Wullie to meet up with them and Kenny. I am outside again and I see Barry Ferguson, ex Rangers captain. I ask him why the game isn't on TV and he opens a newspaper to check. He then says something really odd, "Screen Strings" in a high pitched voice. I then become aware that the kick off time is actually 4pm, not 1pm so I we're not missing the game at all. I then find myself on a double decked bus and I walk up stairs. The upper level is open topped and is full of people dressed in traditional Muslim clothing. I feel a little bit intimidated as there is a man standing behind me and he puts his hands over my mouth. I try to remain calm and don't struggle. He doesn't tighten his grip so it's a bit of a face off. He moves me to the side and I become concerned he is going to throw me over the side. I then bite down on his hand and this is where the dream becomes surreal. It turns out this guy died and I hear a song playing. I can still remember the tune as I write and some words.... "something something something On the day that he died And the last time he got me Was the last time he cried"