I just had a dream that I was waiting tables, and I kept getting people's orders, but they wanted more things, different things every five minutes. Every bottle of wine they ordered came from the bar arrived, but it was the wrong year or grape and I started to realize that every guest was drunk beyond function. Everyone kept yelling gay slurs and I started getting upset.
Then some girls with gelled back hair and muffin tops start walking through the restaurant, whispering amongst each other. They're trying to help their brother escape the restaurant, this boy, and he runs past me and through the crowd holding a mess of bloody limbs and when he walks out the door, they have electronic sensors and they go off because there's price tags on the bloody limb ankles.
THIS is why I'm not allowed to eat big meals and nap, folks.
