In a Chador at Azadi Stadium

I dreamed that I was participating in a military exercise at Azadi Stadium with the presence of the Supreme Leader. I don't know what malfunction occurred in my settings, but by God's grace, I found myself among the Basij sisters wearing a black chador. I was afraid of being discovered because of my beard, so I held the edge of the chador tightly to avoid being recognized. However, I couldn't see anything; my field of vision was completely dark. Suddenly, someone nudged me in the side. I thought I had been exposed and was trying to find an excuse for being a man when a familiar feminine voice whispered in my ear: 'Sister! I know you have very beautiful eyes, but you can't see anything like this. But your teeth are really cute!' and nudged me again. It suddenly clicked for me. I had been holding my chador in such a way that only my teeth were visible instead of my eyes. I quickly adjusted the opening of the chador and thankfully my vision returned, and I saw the owner of the nudge and the familiar voice, and I trembled: it was Sister Zeynab, who had wanted to confirm my masculinity at the entrance of Azadi Stadium the previous week. I held the chador with my teeth and said in a soft voice: 'Oh God, you’re here too!' I had said something foolish and should have been exposed. But Sister Zeynab was now making eye contact with a massive Basij brother two rows down and wasn’t paying attention to me. I looked around. Azadi Stadium was full, and the Basij brothers and sisters were tightly packed, trying to endure the remaining moments until the Leader's arrival. Sister Zeynab nudged me again and quietly said in my ear: 'Do you see how big he has grown?' I looked at her in astonishment and bit my chador so hard that it almost tore. She smiled teasingly and said: 'I’m talking about Brother Abad. He’s from the Moqaddas base. Since the 2009 sedition until the December sedition, we’ve captured so many seditionists together that we’ve concluded we have a lot of understanding between us.' She tried to indicate Brother Abad with her eyes and eyebrows. I saw a giant figure that was a mix of General Qanadi with a hint of Dehnamaki, but apparently, they called him Brother Abad. I said softly: 'Sister Zeynab, what if instead of the Leader's speech, there was a football match and the other women of the city were there?' Sister Zeynab suddenly turned to me and looked at me so angrily that I almost needed to use the restroom. She said: 'Are you saying those shameless women would come and ruin the stadium environment?' At that moment, the stadium announcer suddenly announced the Leader's entry just like in football matches, and the Basij sisters threw their chadors in the air to show their allegiance to him, but considering that I would be exposed if I threw my chador, I shouted, 'Thank God I'm in a chador!' and woke up, quickly running towards the restroom. In these grounds of Akbar Velayati! You’re amazing! A resurrection! With the general and the seed-spitting policies of the IRGC, a struggle with Zeynab in Azadi Stadium, tomorrow's station with Farshid Manafi, paradox with Kamaliz Hosseini, and justification of issues with Jalal Saidi.