We all have our dreams of where we’d like to be in 2018. My particular dream is that my musical talents have finally achieved the recognition they deserve and I am living in a decadent whirlwind of profile-raising charity junkets, huge outdoor concerts at £60 a ticket and self-indulgent concept albums.

And even further down the never-going-to-happen pipe is Nottingham Forest’s dream of building a new stadium and hosting the World Cup in 2018.

I don’t mean the move is never going to happen. Certain big cheeses seem resolute that we will up sticks from the City Ground. But I suspect the reality is going to be as far removed from the dream as playing bass in a second-rate covers band in front of 15 bored pub patrons is from performing a screaming guitar solo in front of 50,000 adulators at Hyde Park.

The latest artist’s impression, above, has the stadium looking like a cross between the Beijing National Stadium and a Dunkin’ Donut. On the outskirts there’s various structures, including a pair of spare grandstands, some domes straight out of the Eden Project and a mini-stadium that looks like the new Centre Court at Wimbledon.

All very impressive in theory, all very futuristic, but where are we going to park our hover cars? You see, nine years isn’t all that far into the future. Nine years ago Forest were, err, battling relegation from the second tier of English football. A lot’s happened since then, but there hasn’t been a huge amount of upwards progress.

In nine year’s time Forest may well be a Premiership team (and God I hope they are), but I don’t think we’ll ever be a club worthy of the Donutdrome. We didn’t always fill the City Ground the last time we were in the Premiership and the prospect of a two-thirds empty super stadium watching second-rate football just doesn’t bare thinking about.

If I’m being realistic, the best I can hope for in my musical career is the band clubbing together to have a four-track EP pressed on vinyl and have the 500 unsold records clutter up my garage until they rot. If Forest were being realistic, they would set their sights a bit lower too.

There’s genuine reason to be optimistic at the moment, with Billy Davies bossing the transfer market and building a solid team. But behind the scenes we’re witnessing the usual incompetence as the club seem unable to take a photograph of a football shirt. The latest estimated date for the unveiling of the new Forest kit is sometime after Alan Rogers gets a modelling contract with Calvin Klein underwear. It’s no wonder I can’t help but think the Donutdrome will be an unmitigated disaster.

Much rather things were allowed to take their natural course. We should wait until Billy takes us up and establishes us as a team who can be fairly confident that we need a bigger ground. And then build a new Main Stand. I can see the benefits of new stadia to ambitious football clubs, but they are long term benefits and right now we need to concentrate on the short term.

Look at Arsenal, a club no doubt worthy of the Donutdrome – building their new stadium has meant sacrificing several years of competitiveness. But unlike Arsenal, if Forest put paying for a new ground over paying for new players, it won’t mean battling Villa and Everton for a Champions League spot – it will mean sliding back into League Obscurity.

The future – Dunkin’ Donuts, hover cars and gigs in Hyde Park all considered – is all very well for dreaming, but the present can very quickly turn into a nightmare if you spend too much time in dreamland. Wake up Forest, please.