Pickman

Only a brief lucid, after a couple of fragments:

First, I was on a coach to Bristol. The weather is clear and sunny, but freezing cold (it was actually just as cold when I woke up).

Then, something about kids on bikes at the bottom of the road.

The lucid dream: I am talking to a woman at a market stall. She is selling a strange concoction of muts, fruits, and something else. She rolls it up like a profiterol and sells it as food. I ask her to make one for me, so I can eat it and fulfil two of my tasks at the same time. As she is making it, I wake up.