Pizza on the Go #dreamdiary 203

I’m studying in the city at one of the most prestigious universities. Rent isn’t cheap round here so I’m confined to whatever I can seek out to live. Most of my things are in storage so that I can find somewhere with the least amount of room. In this case, I’m on a bunk bed in a flat above a corner shop. It also means I spend most of my life on the go and I have to be as mobile as possible, resorting to meals out at cafeterias and staying at libraries until closing time or the last train departs. I’ve managed to treat myself to a live recording of a comedy panel on campus. I’ve decided to treat myself to a pizza on the way back. But where can I eat it? I can’t take it on the train. I’ll need to either get it delivered which is hard to get someone to do so, or find one close to a place of shelter. It’s not an easy task.

Ice Bar #dreamdiary 202

I’m in a holiday complex. It’s hosted in a huge curvy arched brick building with chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling over a central infinity pool that’s not just for show. Dotted around the edge are shops and bars just like at a mall. One if them is simply called ‘Ice’. It’s a bar made solely of ice. The window frames are giant carved out ice cubes that you can curl up and sit in, the walls are made of giant see-through sheets of ice, and the furniture is made up of large ice bricks clipped together, apart from the bar tops, and tables which are made up of large thick sheets of ice. The seats are curvy and convex. Even the flooring is a smooth surface. Amazingly, no-one’s got their coat on here. They’re all in their swimwear apart from the wait staff who wear tuxedos. Everything is kept surprisingly clean and pristine with no marks whatsoever.

Dirty Deeds Around Town #dreamdiary 201

I’m lying at home in bed. I’ve got a nice pillow stuffed down the back of my boxer shorts to give my bum a bit of curvy bounce. I’m thinking of putting a duvet in at the other side to give my front a nice hourglass figure. Then I find myself lying on the floor at work in the stockroom. I’m peering through the glass in the door to the sales floor dreading the moment that any lights come on indicating that someone is coming to find me but I can’t seem to move myself or come up with a credible reason as to why I didn’t go home the night before. Oddly, I would have tripped the automatic alarm but it doesn’t seem like I’ve been doing much moving about anyway. Then I wake up and discover that nothing at all has been stuffed down my shorts. It’s all natural.

Escape From Town #dreamdiary 200

I’ve come to a university town to take on an escape room. I’ve had to come on my own but my main reason for going is that one of my friends runs it. I’ve decided to go in fancy dress but my friend has decided to let me change in her flat rather than me wear a ridiculous costume on the train. I fail the challenge and get locked in, then I go to my friend’s flat to get changed again. I suddenly realise that there’s no way that I can make the last train home, though I might make the last connecting train to the city and I might be able to haggle for a taxi or a lift. I’m running across rooftop gardens to try and make the train, and I’m considering running up steps and jumping over fences to a montage of Journey’s Don’t Stop Believing. If I can make it back to her flat before she moves onto her night job, there’s a chance that I can spend the night in it rather than a roofless night in the city.

Bounce Park #dreamdiary 199

We’re at a holiday park. There’s some great ride here in the theme park. There’s some great water slides and a cable car ride. The last ride that we go on is a rope swing, but we have to climb up a wall to get to it. It’s decorated as a bookcase and at the top there’s a large clock that swings open to reveal a hole to crawl through. My elder niece makes it through the hole but I’m carrying my youngest niece up there. She makes it to the gap but lacks the strength and courage to pull herself up. At times she makes it but I’m sacrificing my rest points to get her through there and at times it feels like I’m pulling her back down just to stay on the wall. Eventually we give up the climb and both descend gracefully back to the floor below while my eldest niece watches.

An Unexpected Blockage #titannabell 23

One of the maids had to apologise to the King & Queen. She was a small young thing who hadn’t long been in service but was keen to make a reputation of herself in front of the royal family. While everyone else was focused on the residents, she would take the initiative and apologise to the King and Queen and get the princess up so that the breakfast room could be prepared. She skipped along the passageway, and as she turned into the corridor leading past the breakfast room, she came to a halt. Rubble was everywhere. Perhaps the castle had been attacked as the door was lying on the floor. In its place was a silk-like material with a nozzle for a handle with cracks around the walls. She placed a hand on it and a huge sigh echoed behind it. As she turned it, a milk-white substance came out.  

Patitiri Grocery

It’s a friendly little supermarket on the last stretch of the town strip. It’s well-connected for its footfall since it’s opposite a track that’s frequented by tourists as they pass to and from their accommodation. It looks stocked up with beach goods, a nice selection of chilled drinks, wines, souvenirs and supplies. The coffee machine looked amazing, but unfortunately there was a power cut which prevented the lady from operating it. It would be difficult to run an inventory, but you’ve got to trade somehow. This also meant that the ham and cheese croissants I purchased; although delicious; couldn’t be kept warm.  There’s also an adorable little dog and you can purchase treats for him to support the local dog’s shelter. Meanwhile, a parrot keeps a watchful eye on shoplifters. ‘Wotcha got?’! There’s also a gazebo with tables and a small play area that you can use and consume your goods while watching the world go by. The owner might join you for a chat.