I had gone to New Zealand and was doing the obligatory round of souvenir shops, trying to find suitable things to buy to commemorate the trip. I was fascinated by a tower of coloured glass bricks but whenever I tried to pick one up it would shed large flakes of paint and I would look around, afraid I was going to be accused of breaking something.
When I was finally able to hold one of the bricks in my hands it shrank to the size of a Rubik's cube and looked more like an enameled clay block than a glass brick and I put it back, thinking it wasn't very pretty after all and would be too heavy to carry in my luggage.
Next I was sitting at a picnic table at a bus stop with two little kids who were meant to be cousins I was minding, a 20something guy who was vaguely familiar, and a 60something guy who I presumed was a near relation of the little kids. I was making faces to amuse the kids and they were doing something with fried chicken which I was trying to ignore (it was disgusting). The man said something and the kids said they'd miss me. I assumed that meant I was going to get a bus to the airport. Suddenly I was in a room at the back of a house with the 20something and the older man, and the latter was saying something about how, even when I'd let them down, something something something, and I realised the younger guy was a cousin I'd spent time with when I was 3. We looked at each other and somehow knew we were meant to be together, and declared this. The older man snorted derisively then disowned his "son".
Then I was wandering around outside somewhere while two of my English cousins sunbaked and their irritating 10yo son ran around annoying other people. I said something to my female cousin and she waved her hands around as if her son wasn't really her problem.
