I am at a university canteen - presumably Worcester, but it looks more like a cross between both my secondary schools I attended, Abbotsfield Comprehensive and Forres Academy. It is nearly the end of lunch and I decide I am hungry / thirsty. Outside the canteen I stop to talk to Lanx. He has scruffy long hair. I ask him if he is okay having his drink spiked with hallucinogens the other night. I enter the canteen. I get myself a coffee and some other food and go to pay for it. Should I pay for my coffee or where I got the coffee from? Is there a separate pay-point for drinks? The girl who takes my money seems to be having a lot of problems - my change rolls onto the floor. She reaches into her pocket for other coins in a flirtatious way. I just want to pay for my drinks and food. A rugby type stands next to me and starts ordering a curry for his girlfriend. He doesn't know what she wants but says that 'a 'shikwar' will be fine'. His very presence is driving me mad. Lunchtime is nearly over.
(A vague memory in this dream of a stall selling bangles, and a woman called Owl)
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The end of a long dream of which I can't remember anything else now. Looking into a large room like the interior of a church. This room is at the top of a building. People moving about. Upon waking the line 'like a cartoon version of a cathedral' is the way I describe it to myself in the hopes that I would remember the rest of my dream, which failed.
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