kalibex

Was in an interior, where someone I took to be actor Mark Hamill (the current more grizzled version) was (taking on the role of?) the chef. For two guests, a couple, he brought out...plain boiled hot dogs in buns. I don't now if he pretended it was difficult to make, but he kind of acted like it; as if it were laborious to painstakingly press the cooked hot dogs into that bun. (Yeah, I know no Symbolism *there*). He then presented it to the couple. Me, watching, found myself unable to not pipe up briefly with a comment that wasn't this a coincidence; I'd been trying or intending to do something similar with hotdogs and bread...

At that point a bunch of more people entered the restaurant, and the chef looked at them with this "Look at all these new people...what the hell do I do NOW??" mien. As if he wasn't really in the mood to deal with that much popularity/people.

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Later, something with a guy who I took to be my Dad (or a Dad-analogue) and some animals following him around a bit. Seemed like chickens, maybe some others. One which could be wild, but were used to being fed, so maybe semi-tamed due to that. i tried to shoo some out and discovered their relative tameness.