Losing tickets

I dreamed of this a few days ago.

It was noon or daytime and I was on the street together with many people rushing our way to the nearest theater where a one-of-a-kind concert was about to start. I was hurriedly making my way to the theater and overtook the others.

As I reached the entrance, they asked me to show my ticket. As I reached my pocket, I couldn't find my ticket anymore. I searched everywhere, but it's nowhere to be found. I was starting to get pissed, because I knew I have one.
I could hear the show starting, and featured artists performing already.

I told the one selling the ticket to just give me another one and I'll pay for it. He agreed.

After that, I went to the next level of the theater. Then again, the security asked for my ticket. I reached for my pocket to show them the ticket but it was lost again. Damn! What was happening? I told myself. I told them this was the 2nd time I lost my ticket at the same time.
They wouldn't let me in at first and held me up for long.

I desperately requested them to let me in. After years, they showed mercy and let me in.

I sat at the back row of the balcony. Unfortunately, the show was about to end already.

F*ck.

Eat the cake(s).

This dream happened 2 weeks ago.

I was in the city, can't remember where I was coming from, walking around until I found a convenience store somewhere and went inside. I felt that I'm hungry and I might as well look for something heavy and good to eat. I was looking around for about 15 minutes or more, all I was seeing were bread, snacks, and other stuff.

Around the corner, there was this big stand containing different cake flavors, of all sizes, shapes and colors. I could see people flocking the area. I approached the stand and was marveled by what I had seen. I was looking at the feast of many pastry enthusiasts like me. I took big slices of 3 different cakes, I remember them being of color green, red and brown. Maybe they were of strawberry, lime and chocolate flavors. The cakes were quite expensive, and people were staring at me as I was frantically making my way to the slices. I didn't care, as long as I knew the money I'd be paying for would be worth it.

I went to the end of the long line before the cashier. I found some bread beside the counter and took a few. Already hungry, and knowing I'd still have to wait for a few minutes, I decided to take a few bites from the bread.

Meanwhile, I heard someone nearby calling me. I turned around and saw my Aesthetic professor, Ms. Winnie, sitting and taking a break as well. We had a long conversation, but I cannot remember anymore what we were exactly talking about.

When it was my turn to pay to the cashier, I realized I already finished eating the bread. The lady at the cashier told me, "Wow, you are really hungry, kid. You finished eating the bread without even paying first for it. Hahaha." We laughed but she assured me it's okay. So I paid for the bread I had eaten, as well as the slices of the cakes I took before. I remember paying P311.00.

I went out and left the place with a smile on my face.