Panic at the Pub! #dreamdiary 127

I’m off to the pub! It’s a country place that mainly serves food, but we just want to sup a pint. We walk into the front room where there is only table service and all the tables are laid out as a restaurant. There’s also no-one there, so we decide to pop outside and walk around to the back bar. We walk through a cavernous metal barn that’s laid out as an amphitheatre. There’s a few people seated at high-raised small tables in the centre of the structure. I’m hoping that we can sit outside the back with a view of the field. As I walk out of the amphitheatre, I find myself standing in a field with the pub behind me, and the entrance to the back bar seems to lie on a footpath around the corner. As I near it, I hear a huge moo and a giant Jersey cow is running towards me. I sprint out of its way, and it carries on past me chasing a giant sponge black and white football with a huge grin on its mouth like a playful puppy.