Dreams.

I dreamt that I got a job, but I didn't know where or what it was. On my first day, I was about twenty-five minutes late, and for ten of those minutes, I stood at the entrance, lost in thought. The restaurant (as it turned out, I was hired at a restaurant) opened relatively early – at nine in the morning. I put on a tired, sleepy face and went inside. Inside, it was just a typical restaurant. No one scolded me for being late. There was one "boss" in a black jacket and two young waiters in white shirts. And me, skinny and thin, showed up in a colorful t-shirt. However, I didn't get a reprimand for that either. I was upset when I realized I would be a waiter, because it meant dealing with people, memorizing a lot of things, and trying not to be gloomy. Then, another kid appeared, a couple of years younger than me, full of energy, and the boss offered us some "stuff." Well, I'm not stupid enough to refuse a freebie, so I decided to try it. In the dream, the drug looked like round, black discs, about the size of two five-ruble coins. I took one, refusing the rest, while the kid immediately took several and even grabbed some for later. As for me, nothing happened at all during the day. Soon, people started showing up, which was strange for such an early hour. We divided up the tables, and I said I would take the one over there, with the two grandmothers. Actually, they weren't grandmothers, but two women around 45-55 years old. I didn't bring them a menu – there wasn't one in the dream, it was just implied. I went over to them after five minutes of doing nothing and asked if they were ready to order. They were ready, but I wasn't ready to take the order; I didn't even have a notepad in my hand. I took it out of a bag that somehow appeared on me, and I started frantically flipping through it, looking for blank pages, but there were almost none left. All this time, I was desperately apologizing and asking them to wait. And then, the woman started dictating her order, but I couldn't understand a word she was saying. I didn't even know the menu, and there were a lot of unfamiliar words, and she was just mumbling something. And she had even written down her entire order on a piece of paper, which I stared at without being able to identify the dish, even from her handwriting. In short, I still didn't understand what we were doing, but I ended up lying on a bed not far from their table. And I knew that I absolutely had to go back to them and finish taking the order, but I didn't want to; I just wanted to give up and go home. I came up with a wildly ingenious excuse for why I was lying there – I was consulting with knowledgeable people. And suddenly, the silly excuse became reality – the bed started moving vertically upwards, towards the ceiling, and up there, black people were giving advice to hapless waiters. One of them said something to me, after which I quickly stood up and went down in the same elevator and went to my table. Surprisingly, the "grandmothers" didn't care that they had been sitting without a waiter for ten minutes, and they continued to dictate their order as if nothing had happened. I wrote everything down (what the woman was saying in an incomprehensible way turned out to be some kind of "corners"), wrote down the order of her neighbor, and went to give the paper to the boss. However, it turned out that I had to give it to another girl. The other girl was strange. She was sitting in some kind of special corridor with some kind of gases, and she was breathing in another gas from a special device on the wall. I asked her three short questions, and she gave me even shorter answers with gestures. I don't remember the first question, the second was – is it harmful for me to be in this room with the gas (maybe I should breathe through the device too) – she shook her head, meaning it wasn't harmful, and the third – can she even breathe the air here, in response to which she demonstrated that she could. But it turned out that I didn't have to give the paper to her, but to some woman who came out from around the corner. I got rid of the paper and started aimlessly wandering around the restaurant, sometimes going to my table and reassuring the customers that "everything will be ready soon." The cooks were in another building across the street, which I had to get to via a suspension bridge. That's basically it.