Mezzanine

A couple of nights ago I dreamed that I was at Denny's with a girl from my Spanish class, Sharon. She ordered something and I said I didn't want anything. So the waitress comes over faster than if we had ordered Mexican and brings us something that did not look appetizing at all. It looked like some sort or scrambled egg concoction on toast. I looked at Sharon and she just says, "That is *not* what I ordered," and pushed it away. So I talked to the cook who I flagged over to the table after he brought someone else their food and he said, "sure sure, I'll be right back." He came back and brought me a bowl of my favorite Denny's meal, which is a sausage supreme skillet. I have no idea what happened to Sharon's food.