Just woke up from my latest dream... Wanna hear about it?

So in this dream I was at this restaurant where they have a shower by every dining table. You bring and wear a swimsuit and are supposed to take a shower right next to your table while ordering your meal. It was the restaurants "attraction" I guess... Also, it seemed like a good one because the restaurant was quite packed.

I was supposed to meet my GF @Tyny_Ty but it looked like somebody was running late.... again. The waitress came by and I ordered the Veal Marsala. Cause Veal is awesome! Already my dining experience was kinda bad cause the waitress was giving me bothersome small talk every time she came by to... uh, my shower. She kept talking to me about dogs and if I had a dog and what kind of dog it was and how she had four dogs and that they were all show dogs... Jesus.... I dunno.

So when I get out of the shower I look at the table and I see a big huge ass tray of Nachos n' cheese and like several Tacos. I was confused because I ordered the Veal Marsala damn it! I'm told everything was alright and that the kitchen messed up somebody else's order and this was just extra and on the house for me. So I was still getting my original order.

I was still pissed about this cause I couldn't just scarf down like 3 dinners at one seating. She said that she could just throw it away for me if I couldn't eat it all. That's when I started yelling at them how they were wasting food and how restaurants are so wasteful every night by throwing out so much food. There's no way all this was being thrown out and I told them to box it up and said maybe I'll give it to the homeless outside since I guess the homeless like to hang around outside the shower restaurant for whatever reason.

So of course it's at this point where this tweaking looking guy wearing a hoodie strolls up beside me, whips out a gun and sticks it right behind my head and tells me not to move. All the people in the restaurant are sticking their heads out of their showers looking at what all the commotion is. My waitress screams and drops my Veal Marsala!!! I start cursing and behind me I can feel the trigger being pulled against my head in slow motion as I wake up in bed bringing my body fully upright.

I guess it's a good thing @Tyny_Ty was running late after all. That tweaking punk should have shot my lousy waitress instead. She sucked. She dropped my Veal Marsala!

I never did get the name of that restaurant.... Also, never wear your hood up while indoors kids. It's just stupid and makes you look like a punk.

Going back to sleep now....maybe. Goodniiiiiiiight! :D