It was very odd...
I got taken in a car from my house to the middle of some countryside. The place was like a lunar landscape, all dusty and not many people about when we arrived. We went in what was like a clubhouse thing and played 80's pub games like table football and stuff.
I seem to remember some sort of indoor BBQ filling the place with smoke.
Then I went onto the ground to find that it was half shut! Imagine that..shutting half the ground because you don't have enough stewards.
We were forced to stand in the middle of a load of yokels, each of whom had some sort of defficiency and believed they were comedians.
In the dream one of the STOOwaaards talked to me for the whole first f**kin half about Fleetwood, Dubai and how well they had done considering their "problems". Despite my loud comments of "its going to be a long night" he would not stop talking, and had no concept of sarcasm or irony.
The game kicked off and Alty were playing well, Nicky Clee was taking the piss completely and it was pretty even.
Half time came after that I think.
Then Ryan Brown let the ball go over his head, their guy buried it and the ref awarded four goals for it!
The comedians got louder, the stewards got louder..the night got worse and worse.
Then Alty carried on attacking as they had in the first half, had another five chances, one kicked off the line and then scored.
Then we went home, stopping at a deserted services that was like something on Route 66 despite being Franklin
Before I knew it I was back in work..
How odd....lets hope it doesn't come true when we play Salisbury on Thursday.