Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 10/15/2020
By Machman
The first thing I remember is walking down Pollokshaws Road (heading towards town, after Eglinton Toll) and I bump into Colin Greensheilds. We double back and actually head back the way I was coming and are now on Calder Street which is a good way back from where I started in the dream. I ask him what the name of the street we met on was called. He gives me some mad fucking name that I can't remember. It was really strange and ornate. We then start talking about football and what with Colin being a "rangers" fan we started talking about the games that were taking place over that weekend. I believe Celtic had won their game with another late goal and his team were still playing. He seemed upset that I was being derogatory about them. I then changed tack and tried to explain my reasons for wanting his team to lose. I don't know why I bother. I know he fucking hates my team and I hate his fucking cunthole of a team so why pretend any differently? I remember trying to justify my hatred of his team (as if it needs spelling out) by saying that he should know what it's like. His team were the top dogs once and once you are that then you don't want to let go of it. But it all becomes a bit hazy at this point, I remember talking about Martin O'Neill and Brendan Rodgers but then the scene changes. I am in a shop in Holland and I take a couple of items to the guy at the till who spoke to me in English. How much is that I ask? 0.20 whatever it was (this is pre Euro obviously). I say "is that all" and go to the fridge to find more of the same thing (it was two small cartons of something I was buying). It then all gets messy as people start coming into the shop and I am holding them up. But I am still being a pain in the arse because I get confused with the money I have already given him and how much I owe him now. I owe him 1 Groenig or something. I don't have one. I have lots of larger denominations but I need to give him 1 Groenig. I then see Darren in the queue and he gives me the Groenig to settle my debt. I am then heading back home to Scotland and I go back to the Hotel to collect my bag. There is a bit of a pulaver with a cleaner (who I think is called Rosa - obviously from the Alan Partridge podcast) but I eventually have my bags. I am then at a strange looking taxi rank outside a train station or bus station. It looks like a turning point for large vehicles and it's uncover but well lit. Taxis come in but there is no queuing system (typical Europeans) and people just jump in front of me as taxis pull in. Fuck that I think and make my way out with my suitcase in front of me so that the drivers know I am going to the airport. Sure enough that has the desired effect. A very weird hearse looking taxi pulls in and I get inside. The driver doesn't say much and for some reason I feel the urge to say something so that he knows I am an English speaker. He then joins me in the back whilst someone else drives and we chat away. After we arrive at the airport, I get out and I look for my tickets in my bag. I find them but they are all over the place. Apparently I have to fly to London then travel up to Glasgow by what means I am unsure. The last thing I remember is I am in a rocket with a much younger version of my sister Elaine. She wants to travel into space so she is being dropped off in a module of its own and we have to return to Earth. I remember thinking that's me now in space and was obviously excited about that. I watched Elaine's module head off to the outer regions as my rocket descends towards terra firma.