Two Cards

1. Irish Film and Dead Frog

In the shop, someone asks for information. Two young girls are there. The books I show are for children and cover three ages, the middle age I have the least of, and the age above is mostly Geronimo Stilton. So it's either for very young, or too old for these two girls. The ages are colour coded. Digr is in the neighbourhood and listens, and I know, but he does not interfere and I don't falter because of it. So I think I'm doing well, even if he is listening, because that creates some pressure.

Later, customers need an agenda, want to buy it, I show them, but none of it is good. Then Niab is there. Now without something something. Then, deciding to either make food right here or go out and eat out.
With Niab I will go watch a film, which we started. Something Celtic. N and D are here, and other people, too, watch with us. But I don't think they can follow.
Maybe the story of the film is a saga, set in Ireland, very beautiful landscape, but I recognize nothing, for example from my only visit there long ago, with Bale (in reality).
Film. People in it speak with a German accent, which is Irish in the dream, and there are no subtitles. There is the character Gandalf, but we watch it anyway, even without subtitles. But I can't really follow.
Afterwards we sit in a bar, wood, pub, on one end, low table, I on one side, and the other two (who?) opposite. We are drinking mead and it is very nice. We actually drink sake, and this is Germanic because derives from Saligwe, which according to the dream is a house of prayer in the middle ages, something like the first hospitals, some kind of church at the same time, and the word or drink has to do with hygiene.
I brought my own mead, and this one is also good, it is stronger and the colour is better. Very deep red, my mead, and she, who is on my right, says that it has a very deep red colour. It is the best one. The mead bottle on the left has a weird top on it to seal it, this is not my bottle. And there is a tea bag someone had.
When my mead is there I only want to drink my own and not of the common one anymore. But then the mead starts to taste weird, a little bad, and something is in it that makes it dirty. And I still drink it. But when I look I see a dead frog on the bottom, and because it has been there long, it starts to give off stuff and contaminates the mead. Yet I am stubborn and keep drinking as if this is normal. The others don't see it, I don't say it. And I know it is in there.

2. Mince Meat as Ink

Lord of the Rings film in Chinese.
Letter I wrote to Elbr. This is in the kitchen of parents, when parents are taking their evening nap, and I am alone in the kitchen. I have a lot of stuff there. First on the side where usually my mom sits, and start to write, but I write with food, I made the food myself, and think this is a good opportunity to use it. Then I put it on the radiator.
The letter is in a metal oven tray, and I think the food I write with is like the mince meat sauce for lasagna. But there is also red beetroot in it, and all is cooked and ready, and I'm actually happy about this and also about the fact that I finally write this letter. 
When parents get up they come in the kitchen and I try to clean up, and in the letter too, and this is on the radiator, and in the tray itself are cooking plates of different sizes and they are actually hot. So I have to be careful not to burn myself, but the beetroot I eat, some pieces of it at least, which is good.

3. Angry with Customer
 
Then there is a fragment with singing, and my dad, and Michael Jackson, but can't remember well, though the music in the dream was impressive and lucid. Ballad.
The song is famous but I forgot the text. Girl of something something, but has also passed away (like Michael Jackson I suppose). She sings first and the rest follows, that is the idea. She has a really good voice. R girl of someone.
I am surprised that people who are not English can sing so well in English.

Earlier.
I have to help at the till so I go. (Can't read notes). Boy something something (can't read notes) and girls is being difficult. And he has two paying cards, but I get angry at the counter and don't accept them, in fact, I take both of them and fling them on the floor. That is how mad I am. That is because they were being difficult. Because he always says one thing and then comes back on his decision, this the whole time, changing, and never the same thing. What I am angry about is that he never gives me the time to reply, or consider, so I can never give an answer, before I can he has already changed mind and asked or said something else, and I am powerless.
I also have a problem with the computer. Calls his friends (who and why?) and something something, and luckily not this and this (I can't read my notes). Something with a woman teacher, school teacher. And I suppose the 'luckily not' note refers to Digr not being there.
This lady school teacher decides all of a sudden that it is not nice here anymore, this because I got angry with the cards, and she gathers all her pupils in order to leave the shop. But they stay a little while in the shop to evaluate, and make two nice queues, like school children do and it is half past three (?).