a trip to the supermarket.
by Bec Fary
I dreamt I was in the supermarket, looking at all the bananas. There were some huge ones and some really small ones. Some had a lot of brown and black, some were bright, bright yellow with that red wax around the end. They all looked delicious and I wanted to buy them all. I kept picking them up to put in my shopping basket but then I was see a label that said they were imported so I would put them back. This happened at least three times with different types of bananas. Finally I found a sign with a map of Australia on it, but it was for the avocados. I picked one up but it was nearly black and so overripe that it turned to liquid in my hand.