There is a Miss Mauds selling so many different types of pastries, cakes and sweets that I feel tempted to take a picture of their display cabinet. They could serve 20 people along their front counter it's that long
I ask if they have any chocolate eclairs and they say they have none left. Not even the half-eclairs they say, as I notice them throwing away the last damaged half-choc eclair
So I ask for a vanilla slice and they tell me they are out of vanilla slice as well
I look in the display and see that they do have vanilla slice. A whole line of them, right in front of me
I point it out to them and they tell me that they are choc-vanilla slice (with chocolate mixed into the vanilla topping) that they had just made
"I'll take one of those" I say and buy one
Then I am with some women, helping them to chase down a man riding some type of beast to get something back from them
The man is riding what looks to me to be some type of massive pig, or creature similar in shape, but later I refer to it as a bull
I refer to it as a bull, but the creature seems very docile and timid, happy letting the man ride it
He won't stop and seems to think we won't be able to touch him
I use a stick something like a magic wand and cut the head of his bull, to stop him riding it
It cuts through like a laser, cutting and quarterising the wound at the same time like some type of super-hot plasma cutter
It goes through like a hot knife through butter. I merely have to touch it and it carves through causing the bull to fall into two pieces
I don't just cut through the smallest part at the neck either. I cut it back further near the shoulders, so that I cut most of its chest and some of its upper arms off with its head too
As the man is lying on the ground having fallen off the bull, I kneel over the top of him and gently and politely ask him to hand over something I need from him, he refuses to hand over
He is emotional and upset, so I'm gentle about it
"You realise I don't have to ask, I could just take it from you" I say nicely, to point out that I'm trying to take it from him as gently and respectfully as possible
He sadly gives in and takes a golden ring off his finger and hands it to me
Feeling sorry for him, I offer to help him how I can
"I can send you anywhere you want to go" I say to him, "anywhere"
"I'm happy to send you anywhere you'll be happy, just name it"
The man doesn't seem to answer. He seems upset and I can't really think of anything else I can do to help him
It feels like I have magic power of some sort, so that I can literally do anything I want. Including send him wherever he wants/needs to go, to have a happy life
"I'd give you money to go with it, but if I did it would have negative repercussions that would come back on me, sorry" I say to him, truly sorry he's so sad he lost something, that I had to take from him and that I can't offer him more to help
He still doesn't answer, so I tell him he knows where I am if he changes his mind and needs my help
As we walk off I look at the corpse with the severed head of the beast he'd been riding and I feel sorry him again
"I'm sorry about you bull" I say, truly meaning it, then leave
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