We made our way through the car park as vehicles bustled in and out of the entrance, fighting for empty spaces.

“Hold on” I said to my Wife “I forgot something out of the boot” and turned to make my way back to our car.

It was then that I noticed a middle aged, slightly disturbed and disheveled looking woman with a shifty look about her trying to open the boot of our car.

“Excuse me, what are you doing - that’s our car?” I said with enough authority and annoyance to let her know she had better back the f4ck off.

Her head turned slowly towards me and her dull, bloodshot eyes looked right through me like I wasn’t even there.

“I said......this is my car” Looking at her, waiting for a response but none came. She just stood there f4cking gawking at me. Then she turned around and took a pair of keys from her pocket opening the back of a white van that was parked next to our car.

She gave me a sullen look as she climbed into the back of her vehicle and closed the door, not saying a single word throughout the whole process.

My Wife and I looked at each other with “WTF” expressions on our face and turned to make our way back through the carpark again.

As I walked past the ladies van I peered in through the back window and saw her seated with her head and shoulders visible through the grubby back window.

She had an array of needles, spoons and packets in front of her and was in the process of securing some surgical tubing around her bare right arm.

“F4CKING JUNKIES” I yelled as I bashed my fist on the back of her van. She didn’t even flinch, just moved her head slightly in response.

As my wife and I made our way along the path through the carpark we noticed two police officers chatting with a man. I couldn’t believe my luck.

“Excuse me officer” I said. “There was a woman who tried to break into our car and now she’s shooting up in the back of that white van over there” I said as I pointed to the run down, dirty white Toyota.

That’s when I woke up and realised I was dreaming.

“F44444ck” I thought, lying awake staring at the ceiling. “I think my subconscious is trying to tell me something about addiction! ”