Making a scene at the airport

Date: 8/28/2016

My mum and dad came to visit me in England but now we were all going back to Italy. It's during this time of the year so it was full of teenagers going back home from their study-holidays. Mum was waiting at the gate already and dad and I were late for some reason. Now if there's something I can't stand is usually a pack of rowdy teens, not even when I was a teen myself. I hear they're all Italian but decide to speak English to put a distance between us, I tell my dad to do the same (my dad can't speak English in real life but in the dream he was fluent). I know I am coming across as a huge bitch but I am carrying the biggest and heaviest suitcase I've ever had and we're almost late for the flight. So I try to "excuse-me" and "sorry, can I get through?" my way through the mass of teens, some of them purposefully blocking the passage. I am usually a very calm and collected non-violent person but I'm starting to wish I could slap into oblivion the kids and the adults that were supposed to guide them but were instead slacking around. I'm fuming. Eventually we reach the person we can give our papers to and then my dad and I have to make our way back. It's madness, I start to get a bit rude to the kids, calling names and so on under my breath. They do the same in Italian thinking I don't understand. We reach the elevator and my dad takes the stairs while I'm waiting with the huge suitcase and one of the boys shouts at me "I hope you get to the wrong terminal", to which I snap and yell back, this time in Italian, "you're such an arsehole!" before I get into the lift which doesn't go all the way to where we have to go so dad and I carry this huge suitcase together on the stairs. We make to the gate, I'm exhausted, our flight is delayed and mum is nowhere to be seen. On top of that the kids from before start to swarm to the gate as well. I contemplate changing flight altogether. By the way now I'm aware of wearing nothing but a tshirt and knickers but I'm not ashamed and nobody seem to care as well. I see the kid who shouted at me before and march to him. I start to yell at him that that behaviour is not ok, that they should learn not only a language when they're here but also to be more grown-up, they're all around 17-18 years old is time to act like the adults the are almost. This kid stands up, he's impossibly tall and I'm a bit taken aback, he sees that and works it to his own advantage, getting into my personal space closer and closer to me thinking to intimidate me. I stopped yelling long ago but I resume immediately, telling him "don't think I don't know what you're trying to do to me: but guess what it doesn't work! the only thing I want to do is slapping some sense into you!" to which he lowers his face and shouts something back like "oh really" and then I snap and out of nowhere I slap him hard and he tries to hit me back! At that point I think someone must've stepped in and restrained him but my dream fades and I wake up.