_{There are several dreams, I remember 2 of them now! (There's still more...)}

locked bag open, journal found

#mum _{Only remembered a scene, very brief} I have a storage bag with a lock, and inside is where I hide my journal. _{(Identical to real life)} I dreamt I was in my room, sitting at the bedside, and I saw Mum opening the bag and was holding my journal. I think I was kinda scared and the dream ended. _{Context: journal has many crazy content (wild and deranged, not necessarily erotic)}

trip to italy – fire boy and pricey cake

_{I have never been to Italy but somehow in the dream I was pretty sure it was specifically Italy but not other European places}

I was standing on a big street alone. The street was kind of broken (no traffic, no opened shops, concrete ground was kind of messy and wet). I saw a few teenage gangsters (like 4 people) on the street (around 50 meters away from me). They were searching/ hunting for something. One of the gang were splashing clear flammable liquids (pretty sure it’s not petrol but didn’t look like alcohol), and the other lit the surrounding they were standing on fire. Another one stepped into the fire and lit his head and half of his body on fire. I looked closely and it seemed that the boy on fire was not in pain. Anyways they stood there to search for their target briefly, before heading into one of the alleys of the street.

There was another group of gangster walking and appeared in front of me, it was a larger group like around 7 people. _{As I was typing, I start to forget the details :(} I think one of them has a large metal tube as his weapon. They were also finding something.

Later on, the small gang with the fire boy came out from another alleyway (also around 50m away), and these two groups saw each other. But they were not hostile towards each other, they kind of just acknowledged each other’s existence and they were finding different things.

I looked at the boy on fire again, because I couldn’t understand why he hasn’t burnt his skin dark yet. But he appeared unscathed, albeit still on fire. I was pretty sure the fire was hurting the boy in some way, but he’s still standing and moving along with his gang.

Feeling kind of weird, I walked along the street (along the direction of the fire gang) after the gang in front of me has left. Around 60m, there was a small zebra crossing with traffic lights. Two tall male gangsters with blonde braids and body covered with lots of tattoos were guarding the crossing. (They stood at my side of the road)

When the lights turned green, I attempted to lift my foot to cross the road, and they let me. They turned out to be very casual and they weren’t “guarding” the crossing whatsoever. Maybe they were also searching and waiting for someone.

As I was crossing the road, I looked on my left, it was a vibrant street on an upward slope. There were many tourists, as if it was a tourist attraction. It was very pretty and the buildings were “glowing” in pale gold under the sunshine. And the sky was very blue and clear. The trams on the road looked very classical and “royal”, very clean and white and gold. I took a lot of pictures while crossing the road. The driver and passengers in the tram were friendly and smiled at me while I was taking photos of the road with the tram included.

Opposite to the road was an entrance to a cathedral. On the left of it, there was a gelato booth. Around 8 people are queuing up for the gelato on the road. I wanted to see the price but there was no menu. So I just walked past the booth.

As I was walking past, Mom saw me and stopped me in my tracks. I asked her how much was the gelato, she said it was six. I said oh never mind. Then she excitedly showed me a box she was carrying. It was a cake box. She said “the cake is bought for you, and we can eat it together.” _{(in cantonese)} She took out the receipt to show me the cake has discounted from 600 to 120. “What’s the currency????” I finally asked. “What else would it be, look at the receipt yourself,” Mom replied. “Euros??” I asked. “That means ×10??” I asked again.

That’s so expensive for a cake, I thought.

I continued walking along the street, ready to check out what’s inside the shops. _{And then I woke up and the dream ended.}

(She didn't reply to my question regarding the currency)

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