The Chocolate Booth

Date: 12/28/2018

For Christmas, my father and grandmother gave me money as gifts - 120$. I planned on putting the cash into my savings account for university. However, in this dream I am confronted with temptation and guilt where this money is spent recklessly on a box of 4 luxury chocolates for my mother who’d probably prefer a simple store bought candy bar anyway. I’m in the mall, there’s a booth. It’s a white booth and at the counter there’s two sweet ladies in white shirts and warm brown aprons. I go up the the glass and peer into it, there’s so many chocolates. One of the ladies - the one who wasn’t working the register - asks if I’d like to try one. I say yes, she gives me a whole chocolate. It’s a milk chocolate ball with organic orange flavoring and cream inside. It’s so sweet, it melts in my mouth with perfection, I want to try another. There’s another ball of (pistachio?) chocolate she offers to me, it’s sliced into four triangular pieces, but my father appears and distracts me before I can reach out to grab one. He asks if I’m buying something. He knows I always feel guilty when I eat samples and leave without buying anything, he feels the same. I shrug and look up at the prices. 22$ for a box of four of these chocolates!? Damn. I knew I had the money and the lady at the counter appeared to know that as well, urging me to purchase something. I tell her I want the box of four chocolates. It’s 8.50$ for two but who wants only 2 chocolates?? I choose the chocolates carefully, already brimming with regret. I get it in a little brown box with golden edges, there’s even a dark brown bow to tie it all up. What a waste of cash, I could already feel my father judging me as I searched my bag for my wallet.