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Would like to retell my latest dream, as it as usual is as weird as I am!!
And I am waiting for it to happen in real life.
The dream began on a train and ended in a football ground that I didn't recognise. And I've been to quite a few, the latest Altrincham as my team visited there. I believe that this ground will be in the conference as it was not in the upper leagues stadia.
I am sitting talking having a laugh and a joke with other men, the train was chugging along and the momentum never stopped, I then found myself with different people in a street full of shops and I'm looking for something but I don't know what it is! It is something that I need to get before I go the football, it's important and the thought of not buying it was having me worried.
Next outside a football ground, know not where but the ticket office is closed and my ticket is in there. Along with other men, we queue. It's cold but not raining, oh then it does. We are getting wet. I climb through a window and start giving tickets to whoever wants them. I have no one left to give them to. So I climb out the window, go to a turnstile, and I don't have a ticket. I back away and start crying. An old man who is a steward and offers me a cuppa, no milk, no sugar opens a gate for me and let's me in, he puts an arm around my shoulder and takes me to my seat.
I'm still sitting there, and I'm dreaming of myself looking at me watching the game, I don't see football in my dream, but I'm watching myself watching the game!! Untill I am escorted to a taxi!
I look at the outside of the ground as I climb into the taxi, and the door slams and wakes me up.
I have no idea why I dreamt this but it feels familiar to obviously a lot of my travels following my beloved team.
I have been to a high number of football grounds and long may it be affordable and permissible through my health.
Football is now my only sin and it is my therapy.
I never travel to games by train and don't use taxis!
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