I had a funny dream.
(I want to write about my dreams because they reflect the deepest of my mind, according to a person who lived long ago)
I was at a station, trying to find a way to a stadium I could see on the map. There seemed to be different maps and I was confused.
The next scene is me on a queue. It was very late at night at one airport. Only one check-in counter was open, and a long queue was there. Finally it was my turn, but then a guy, in his 30s or 40s, tried to cut the line right in front of me. I was mad. I told him that it was my turn.
I managed to check in (and the check-in counter was self check-in; there was just a monitor and machine) but he kept talking angrily to me while I was working on it.
That’s all… I wonder what all this says.
