A Working Dream

The other night, I had an odd dream.  I was at a restaurant.  While I couldn’t identify which restaurant it was, I somehow knew that it was my friend’s restaurant and he or she was short-staffed so I offered to help.  In what felt like a several-hour shift, I ran around taking orders, serving food, and clearing tables – although since I have no prior experience working in a restaurant I kept making mistakes that caused trouble that exceeded the amount of help I provided.

If I’m not mistaken, the dream was near the end of my night’s sleep.  When I awoke, I was exhausted as if I had been working all night long.  Weird, huh?