A dream that’s a bit violent

I am cycling. In front of me are a woman on a scooter and a man on a bike with very small trainingwheels. It is obvious they belong together, but he never cycles at her side. He stays behind het. I stay behind Them, because we have about the same speed.

At one point we have to wait for a red ligt. When it turns green the woman accelerates pretty fast. That causes me to end up in between her and the man.
I give it all I have to pass her, so the two will be behind each other, but she keeps up the speed.
The man is still behind me. I try to create room for the woman to slow down, because the man doesn’t het up to her speed. She keeps up het speed though.
I hear the man say I have to show of, because my bike is an electronic one, so that’s why I am racing the woman, but he is wrong!

We arrive at a cash register (without our bikes and stuf). The man moves in front of me (next to the woman) and keeps ‘complaining’ about my behaviour. I start to argue that he’s wrong. Hij picks up a large bag to put on the conveyor belt, but makes sure to hit me on the head with it ‘by accident’.
I pull it of the conveyor belt and hit him a little bit harder ‘by accident’. He picks it up again, I hang back Just in time to avoid getting hit. He thought he hit me and had this smug smile on his face. That’s it, I had enough of this en dig my nails into the top of his hand. He screams in pain.

In the mean time we have arrived at the front of the line. There’s someone coming towards us, asking what’s the matter. I have been pushing my purse forward across the floor with my feet all this time and tell this person that the man had tried te steal it and I had reacties bij digging my nails in his hand. They believed me. The man was furious, but took his loss.

I start to pay for the things I wanted to by. There’s a nose spray among those things, and the moment it passes the scanner the lady behind the register says it will be 1200. 1200!!!!! That’s expensive. She takes the item of the list, scans it again and this time it comes to 4,95. That seemed more appropriate to me. I had already told her I didn’t want it if it was that expensive, so when 4,95 showed I told here that was a better price and how ridiculous it would have been to pay 1200 for a bit of nose spray.

At that moment a man steps forward and starts inspecting my nose. He pushes it and is finding out if I truly need it, or else I can’t even buy it. Luckily I am stuffed and have a bad cold, so he nods approvingly and I can go. I say my goodbyes. The moment I take my stuff and walk out I realise this is a cash register in a neighbouring country. A country I dan only communicate using both hand An feet, because I don’t speek the language.

I start wondering what language we used to get through the whole episode written up above, but am pretty sure it had been in my native language. At that point I woke up. Happy to be done with all that drama.

Love
Dreamer