My side of the dining room is empty, pulling apart a large table that just left, a quiet long weekend, when I glance towards the door, there's another large group entering the restaurant, and just as suddenly we're pulling the table back together ...
I'm not happy, it was looking like an early night, and a couple of the people, older "trophy" blondes, I recognize them and am not so happy, I have to quickly to the bathroom, ...
Heading downstairs I look down at my shirt, it's a bright saffron yellow, this doesn't seem right, and I have an inkling, begin tapping on my wrist and asking myself if I'm awake or dreaming...the answer isn't clear...
I enter the bathroom, 2 urinals on the wall, wall a bright yellow as well, same as my shirt, tapping my wrist more and asking myself more urgently, I want to turn this dream around, get lucid..
...and I wake up.
(lucidity, but no control, and at the cost of having a dream about the restaurant...)