No Ice Cream?

I had a dream in the early hours of this morning. I had the distinct feeling I was at home, but the visuals in the dream had me located at my mums house. It was late at night, around 11.30pm. Em and I were watching something on TV. Something caught my eye out the window – it was an ice cream van. A very modern one – quite posh (for an ice cream van!). A person had just been served and was walking away from the van.

I popped my head out the front door and asked the man how much longer he’d be around. “Oh, for a while yet” he said. I thought “great” and continued watching the TV. Once I was ready to get an ice cream, I thought I’d better check he was still outside. I asked him another question, which I can’t remember now, then said “I’ll just be a minute”. I’d only been in a t-shirt and knickers so needed to get some trousers on before heading outside.

I quickly go to the bedroom, get some trousers on and walk out the door to the van. As I’m doing this, the man pulls down the shutter to the van, starts the engine and starts to drive off. I’m calling out saying “Wait! I’m coming to buy something now!” He says “Too late. I waited long enough. I’m off”. I just stood there dumbfounded, watching him drive off – disappointed. Damn you ice cream man!!