Struggle with Zainab at Azadi Stadium

I dreamt that I was at the entrance of Azadi Stadium wanting to enter to watch the Esteghlal - Persepolis match. Suddenly, a woman in a chador, posing as an officer, came towards me and said, "My dear? Can you come over here for a minute?" I looked around and realized that she was referring to me due to the thickness of the remaining attendees entering the stadium. I followed her. With an attitude that bore no resemblance to the modesty of a chador-clad woman, she scrutinized me from head to toe and said, "Are you going to tell me or should I see for myself?" I replied, "This has become very complicated. What should I say? What do you want to see?" She said, "Good girl! It’s better if you tell me now! If I find out myself, it will cost you more." I said, "What do you mean good girl, ma'am? What are you saying? I swear I’m a man." She replied, "Shut up, you idiot!" and took out her walkie-talkie from her chador pocket and paged, "Roqayya Zainab! Roqayya Zainab! There’s a flower thorn case here, I need backup. Do you copy?" The voice on the walkie-talkie responded, "Zainab Roqayya! Zainab Roqayya! According to the protocol, scratch yourself to make sure, then let us know to send backup. Copy that!" Zainab's eyes sparkled, and she rubbed her hands together, apparently wanting to come and verify my gender. By God's permission, and to prevent my dream from being broadcast, I ran away with all my might. Moments later, I found myself inside the stadium among a number of spectators who were also mentioning women. I was happy to have escaped Zainab and managed to enter the stadium, but suddenly, by divine grace, dozens of ropes hung from the stadium ceiling, and dozens of Zainab-like ninjas began descending from the ropes in their chadors and formations. One of them, who was closer, shouted, "My dear, did you think you could escape us? We’ve set up five hundred hidden cameras to identify you all." At that moment, a special calmness came over me because as far as I could remember, and God knows, I was a man. So I decided to submit myself to Zainab so she could realize the main issue and forget about my being a woman. Suddenly, the spectators supported me with the chant, "Zainab! My dear! Be careful!" Moments later, I myself woke up shouting, "Oh no, oh no, hit me again!" In this context, Rouhani and Niki Minaj in the UN restroom are trying to prevent the employment of a six-fingered manager with Haji Raeisi in the presence of Tataloo and tattoos. Tomorrow's station with Farshid Manafi, paradox with Kambez Hosseini, and justification of issues with Jalal Saidi.