I'm in a restaurant with people I'm supposed to know. We sit at a long table for ~20 people. I think of things that would be weird to do and realize that I could in fact do them because it is all a dream. I walk over to a woman with long dark hair and remember the restaurant TotM. “How many stars does this restaurant have?” I ask. Conveniently, she answers “Five”. I take a piece of bread and taste it. It's garlic buttered and tastes good, my sense of taste is strong and clear. The knowledge that I'm supposed to get a main dish pops into my head. I see an image of some stew with meat; the gravy doesn't really look tasty. While I wait for my food to be served, I continue to eat the garlic bread. I fade back into non-lucidity when my grandparents arrive and I greet them.
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