The Worst Dream Ever!

Date: 3/16/2020

I am on the South Side of Glasgow en route to a Rangers match with my dad. (We are both Celtic fans and HATE Rangers with a passion). In the dream we both know this is wrong but I think we decide to go because the Coronavirus ban means that this is the last chance we will get to see a game for a very long time. (In real life I would rather eat a bag of shite than give those bastards money to go see them play). I remember we were close to the stadium and my dad said "oh no, I forgot to bring my ticket with me". I look in my wallet and see my ticket and tell him that I have mine, after originally thinking that I didn't have it. So he decides to go to the ticket office and buy another one. My dad goes away and I am standing next to a turnstile entrance into the stadium. I remember looking at the back of the ticket to find out where I should be going. It showed a diagram of the stadium which was oddly shaped. There was a kind of tail at one corner and another corner was the superstore so I roughly knew where I had to go as I was close to the tail part. A woman comes out and starts to verbally and physically attack me. She is an older woman and I can't remember what her problem was, I think it was because I was being indecisive about going in or not (no wonder, I probably couldn't take the smell). I am laughing at her but do not respond in kind. I meet my dad again and I ask him what area of the stadium he got a ticket for. I tell him I am in section R. He tells me V. Not too far apart but still different entrances so we part again. I then go looking for where I gave to go but lose my way and end up some distance from the stadium itself. The dream becomes fuzzy at this point. I do remember not wanting to ask anyone where I was going because, with my accent, I should know where I was going. So I make an attempt to follow a couple of guys I see in the distance on their way to the match. I also remember seeing a guy pass me and thinking "He looks like one of them", a right ugly looking rat faced bastard. I also remember wondering how my dad and I should behave if Rangers scored. I then envisage myself and my dad in the stadium watching the game and then standing up and applauding vigorously with no facial expressions whatsoever.