Challenging Feral

Most of my recent dreams have involved me getting stroppy with people and this one is no exception.

Dream starts with my and my friend D faffing about in the living room one morning (I'm living in her house) when D's mum throws open the front door and announces that D is moving back to Brid.
D is flapping around open mouthed in disbelief while her mum starts moving furniture.
I'm boiling mad at the sheer audacity of the woman and decide I need a cig. (despite the fact that I have given up)
I stomp out of the house without telling anyone I'm going and wander down to the local butcher shop. Because of course that's where you go to buy fags.
When I get inside I realise the owner is the bloke who used to run the local shop when I was a kid, who nicknamed me Trouble (no idea why). He greets me like an old friend and asks what I want and then I realise how daft it is going to a butchers for cigarettes. I'm stuttering something about wanting to know where the nearest place I can buy them is when the female assist opens a door in the wall and announces they do sell them. They have one of those hole in the wall kiosk things so I go back outside and ask for tobacco. Unfortunately they've sold out of tobacco so I decide I'll have a packet of straights instead. All of them are weird foreign brands that I've never heard of so I decide not to buy any after all. (see, even my dreams don't want me to smoke)

I wander back up the street, pondering the situtation and decide that I'm just not going to have it. No one can come in and tell someone they are moving.
When I get back, there is a removal van outside the house and half the furniture is packed. Steamingly mad, I start taking furniture back out of the van and take it back into the house. Then I start yelling at D's mum, telling her she can't just tell D she's moving, and what about me, I lived there too? I take a stand, tell her we're NOT moving and stomp back out to bring more furniture back in. And then I woke up

I couldn't help laughing when I woke up cos in real life D's mum is scary and I would never dare yell at her!

Just Desserts

Last night's dream was tastebud tingling, mmmmmmmm.

So, I was working at some crappy job or other when I looked out my window and saw that my mum had opened up a shop called 'Just Desserts'.
I was a little irritated at first that she had chosen to open it where I live as opposed to where she lived (50 miles away) but I went over to check it out.
It was a tiny little place but filled with hand made sweets and chocolates. Tantalising little stacks of them on glass trays behind glass counters, that seemed to be seductively begging you to try them.
I was very excited by this and thought it would be a good place for me to work since I could make sweet treats too.
My mum kept dithering over whether I could have a job and I was getting more antsy everyday, when (after a few days) I looked out my window again to see she had taken someone on! I was highly unamused by this so I stomped on over to the shop to find out just who this usurper was.
It turned out she was just some random girl who'd moved into town, seen the shop and decided she wanted to work there. My mum didn't even know her and hadn't actually given her the job, the girl had just started working! Very bizarre. And I was a bit confused as to why why mum didn't just tell her to go if she didn't want her there.
Anyhoo, I was staring longingly at the chocolates again and thinking that I could make truffles and honeycomb that would go nicely on one of those glass trays, if only I could make the girl leave, when I woke up.
I swear I was actually salivating too! Maybe my tastebuds just couldn't take it and woke me up so I'd give them something to eat. :)