Dream Diary Entry #1

I’m on a road trip with my immediate family but we’re American. We’re driving the car from Matilda, you know the one where the baby slides around in the back, even though it’s only like a day old. It’s also an open road on the desert, but we’re definitely heading towards a British caravaning/camping site. So anyway, we’ve stopped at a service station and my grandad tells me to get plenty of snacks for the journey, he’s looking specifically for a small loaf of white bread. Me? Do I go for the normal road trip snacks nope. I’m buying all of the pastries and baked goods. I can’t help myself, I start off with lots of danish pastries and croissants then I move onto the more “practical” bread family of bagels. When I reach the queue grandad is really unimpressed with my purchases and shakes his loaf of bread at me as if it’s the best example to set me. I ignore this as I notice I’ve forgotten the doughnuts. I sprint, yes sprint, to these luxuriously sprinkled doughnuts stacked on the shelves like magazines. I scoop them into my arms- I don’t even have the intelligence to get myself a basket! Then I get back in the queue and stand quietly next to grandad, trying to avoid him noticing that I’ve piled even more into my arms. I then see jam doughnuts. It’s like I’ve seen a million pounds stacked up in gold bars. I drop everything and run to these jam doughnuts. They smell so good.

We then cut to being back in the car, but I’ve gone and forgotten my passport! I think surely I’ll be okay because we’re not actually going anywhere abroad. I take out my provisional driving license and show my mum’s boyfriend he says that if that won’t work he’ll lend me his passport number…

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