Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 6/8/2020
By Machman
I am inside a building somewhere in Glasgow City Centre. I believe some sort of event is about to take place like City of Culture (Glasgow was European City of Culture in 1990) or some other event to attract tourists to the city. There is work going on inside the building but I don't have any idea why I am there because I am not part of any teams doing work. I am also with someone else, a guy, but I can't recall who it was. I look up to the ceiling and see that about 2/3rds of it is quite ornate, like stained glass with lead piping. The other 1/3rd is just standard glass panneling. Quite old and shabby looking though. The person I am with asks me how old I reckon the ceiling is. Rather than say "How the fuck would I know? Whit ye asking me for?" I go into Antiques Roadshow mode and tell him it's late 19th century. A workman is coming up a set of stairs towards us. He is wearing an orange jumpsuit and a hard hat. I ask him how old the ceiling is hoping he will agree with me to prove how knowledgeable and fucking cool I am. He laughs and tells me that it was only put in 2 or 3 years ago. Obviously I am not happy with that response as he has made me look like a right tit in front of this guy I am with. I need a second opinion. Nicola Sturgeon enters the scene from my right and she is on her own. I appear to know the First Minister for Scotland quite well as I walk up to her and put my arm round her. She doesn't shout for the police so we must be mates (For the record. I would LOVE to have full penetrative sexual intercoutse with Nicola Sturgeon). I am not sure what we discussed or if she backed up my assertion about the roof being over 120 years older than it actually was as I am now skulking out the building from the other side. I am trying to avoid something or someone. I am on a set of stone stairs leading up to pavement level. There is a skinhead looking guy with his back to me leaning on the black metal fence. He is wearing a white vest too and is heavily tattooed. I have to get past him without him seeing me. I hear him ranting about something. I listen closely and he is talking about shagging a girl I used to know, Olive, an Irish girl that my mate used to live with when we worked abroad. I have no idea why he is after me. The scene changes and it is night time. I am on a big grass hill on the South Side of Glasgow close to Hampden, the national football stadium - very near where I lived and was brought up as a child. All of a sudden this throng of Rangers supporters start walking down the hill singing their usual filth about hating Catholics or something. Scum, subhuman scum the lot of them. They are clearly en route to a match. Note: The end they are heading towards is not the end they occupy at Hampden though. Their fans usually approach from the other side. Anyway. One of them lets off this massive firework which shoots off towards the stadium. I look at its trajectory and I expect it to make a rather large bang as this thing was, as I said, massive. It was more like a missile rather than a firework. But as I see it over the stadium which is already lit up, it just disappeared without making so much as a pop. Ha ha ya hun pricks.