I dreamt that I was a waitress at a new mom-and-pop restaurant. I was waiting on all these people. There was a break when no one came in, and we put red gingham tableclothes on the tables. Soon the place was packed again.
One of my customers was John Goodman. I kept slipping weight loss advertisements into a little fanny pack thing that he had sitting on the table. In the end, he gave me a dollar tip.