I dreamed I was back at the restaurant I worked in last winter in Vancouver.
Except, of course, it was not, and I was given a couple of private rooms to set up - down below the restaurant in the Garden.
These rooms, they're filthy, dirty linen everywhere, water filled buckets, table unset, and I'm trying to begin...
A bunch of waitresses assisting me, bossy, telling me what to do, the place is a mess and I know I'm in a nightmare, I'm trying to set up the "Merchandise" stand with bars of soap, is dark outside, evening, the customers will be arriving soon and there is no chance that this restaurant will be anywhere set up to the standard it needs to be, and I wonder why I'm here, I was supposed to be going to another job appointment today...
...and then I woke up. I would class this as a nightmare. And, coincidentally, today I'm back to the 'ole DnD to clean the place up before opening tomorrow...