I was walking round a town/city with my mum shopping and exploring. We had decided to go on the beach – I was trying to decide what to take/wear.
Whilst out I needed the toilet. I parked the car then needed to move it again. I queued for a toilet which looked like a portoloo. There were about four. When one opened I saw it was so small and enclosed I didn’t want to go in. I rejoined my mum to find somewhere else.
I met a man called ‘Mike’ (no one I know from real life) who I liked in the crowds. I kissed him.
Next I was at Stewarts house making a cake. His wife was out /away. I was mixing ingredients in a plastic bowl to make cake batter. No matter how hard I mixed, it didn’t look right, the ingredients began to look more like raw mince. I was there with a girlfriend. Stewart was annoyed, that was supposed to be his dinner. I said I would give him £10 to buy something else for dinner. He said fine if I got it. I refused. We were sat on a huge table of people having a party while his wife way away. His neighbour came round ( also boss of the pub he worked in in the dream) She had a moustache.
All the guests started to leave, and more people began to walk part the table. I recognised ‘Mike’ and was very pleased to see him. We smiled at each other. He stopped to kiss me. We left together, but then I realised I had left my bags at Stewart’s house so we went back for them. I found them.
I was with a friend who worked at a department store. She stopped to put her valuables in the till drawer. I asked if u could put my bags in there too. Then I was there with Anna Br. She spotted an old lady who was a famous person and went to greet her. The lady was grumpy and said ‘don’t call me Cat’