I'd say it's a weird one, but..

upon perusal of the forum, they're all pretty weird. So here's a normal one. I don't dream too often, and when I do I'm reasonably good at interpreting what it means, but this one has me stumped. I wrote down what I could remember when I woke up as usual, so I'm going to just copy and paste that to here.

Additionally, I will leave out the last third of it, as it's kind of gross and I don't know if it's suitable for this forum.

I am in a restaurant. It is a muted, dark setting, with pockets of light and warmth scattered throughout the room. It seems as though it is quite a high-class restaurant, as well. as I stand there, I notice waiters moving left and right, dancing around me in an intricate and perfectly planned waltz. on impulse, I reach out and snag a dish from one of the waiters. With his balance upset, he wobbles and inevitably falls, cartwheeling the the floor and exploding. I take my plate of food, bought with the death of the nameless, and sit in a booth. As I sit, I worry that another waiter will notice that I have not rightfully paid for my food, and will exact some terrible and harsh retribution on me. My fears crystalize when a woman appears in one of the waiter uniforms, but all she tells me is my dish, which is apparently some sort of potato/bacon ensemble, is cooked incorrectly, and if I wait a few minutes she can get me a new one. This said, I relax, for now I have a waiter assigned to me and my facade is perfect. as she takes the dish back to the kitchen in preparation for replacement, I sit back and relax.

and relax.

and continue to relax.

What the hell is taking so long?

I rise from the booth, and look around. the waiters still dance and serve their dishes, but the world has forgotten about me. I rise and walk to the front of the restaurant, where the door to the kitchen is. I walk through, and am greeted with the sights of a busy, bustling kitchen, with chefs moving in their own complicated patterns while manipulating several machines which I cannot identify (but seem to be related to cooking). I do not see my waiter or my food, so I continue through the kitchen, walking through a couple doors until I am suddenly in a hospital. at this point, I don't really mind not having my food anymore, mostly because Hey, it's a place to explore. I walk around and watch people either being saved or falling into despair. Eventually, my wandering takes me into an elevator. I am apparently on the first floor, and so decide to skip the second and third floors and go directly to the fourth. As the doors open, a man about thirty...ish years old gets on the elevator, apparently in a great hurry. He asks me if I am going up, and without waiting for an answer, presses the fifth floor button. I don't have any major objection to this, because I am just exploring, so I walk along for the ride. suddenly, he ducks into a door with no label or number. I follow, and inside is the filthiest bathroom ever to be seen in a hospital, ever.

Sorry about the formatting, but I was pretty near half asleep when I wrote it, so my grammar and syntax is sort of muddled.