Europe

I was along a beachfront. The tide was supposed to come in. I was with one or two other children. I was young. I remember waiting for them to be able to go out and swim. There was a mother there. I am not sure if it my mine or one of the other children.

I was in Europe, I think. I was at a coffee-type bar. I remember there being a young boy with short dark hair, who was very well off, sitting on the counter between the coffee machines. One of the servers took a plate, put some time of pastry/scone onto the plat. Two other bowls were on the plate. One had some kind of chocolate sauce and the other was some type of cream. The server who had short dark curly hair cut the pastry, dipped it into the sauces and fed the boy. The boy was somewhere between 8-10 years old. He exuded a sense of entitlement. It seemed strange to me that he wouldn't feed himself. The staff seemed very intent on pleasing this boy.

I remember being in an indoor mall inside a store. The store had no windows along the backside but had a glass front facing the interior of the mall. The store appeared to have a wide variety of merchandise but I was very interested in the art pieces.