(A few nights ago the restaurant filled, 19 tables inside, 4 on the patio, I was the only one on. It was every waiter's nightmare. Some of the customers got it, some didn't, I couldn't even begin to keep up with the apologies, let alone the service. Summer is coming. And surviving the nightmare I knew there'd be dreams...)
That I'm in the restaurant, people coming, going, the restaurant but not this restaurant, the same but not, and everyone is arriving and ordering and I'm not keeping up, despite it not obviously being all that busy, making drinks, clearing tables, forced into idle chit-chat by tables that don't understand...
...and I realize that I'm dreaming, that I don't have to be doing this, I can do whatever I want, yet still I continue to make their drinks, bring their food, wake up, fall back asleep, to the same dream, realize that I'm dreaming this, accost one of the customers for sex, she consents, people around are trying not to pay attention, but it's my dream after all and I'll do whatever I want, I break from sex for a minute to go and pour some drinks, bring some food, get back to her, she didn't think she'd be getting lucky, she must be dreaming as well, she's taken the break while I'm running around to start to trim up her bush, rug, she's grown it a bit Kootenay Style, ...
...from her to another customer I didn't realize was here, shes staring at me in shock and horror, me, fornicating away in the middle of the restaurant, "What? You want sex too?" I ask her, she demurely looks down and quietly answers "Yes"...
(A restless dream, not good, never able to escape the restaurant, the expectations of others, not, despite the content, even the least big sexy, more about how I've made myself slave and prostitute to the expectations of others...something to think about.)