Escape to the food hall

Can’t remember much of last night’s dream. I was at the NEC or some exhibition centre with Mike and some other people. We got off the bus and were walking quickly to avoid a kid catching up to us. I think I’d had a fight with him or something.

We went in and found the food hall. I looked at the menu on one food place and there wasn’t much, so I said I’d go to one of the other places. Only when I walked off, I saw that they’d all closed down and there was only that one left, so I had to go back and reluctantly buy a sandwich from there.

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