Last Thursday, I dreamt that I was sitting at the front row on the ground level of the Great Southern Stand & watched in sadness as our team walked off the ground with their hands on their hips & heads down. They had just lost their first game of the season. It was heartbreaking however, when I realised that the team celebrating on the other side of the ground was Richmond!!!
I woke up & thought, what a crap dream & not a good omen. Unfortunately, the result of the dream came true that Friday night against St Kilda instead.
Last night I had another dream. This time it was a night game at a very packed MCG. The teams were Melbourne & Hawthorn. It was the last quarter & we were 2 points in front with the only seconds left on the clock. The ball was in our centre half forward position, very close to the 50-metre line. Byron Picket running at full speed scooped up the ball & bombed a torpedo post high through the goals.
The crowd erupted in an almighty loud roar that made me feel proud & then the siren sounded - Melbourne had won by 8 points.
I would have liked a 70 points thumping, but at this stage, I would take any win.
GO demons.