I dreamt that I was in a restaurant with a couple friends trying to decide what I wanted to eat. I was ready to order the chicken, which sounded delicious, but I noticed that it was priced at $60. The waiter noticed that I was looking at the chicken and began a little speech trying to persuade me to order it and boost the bill. I wouldn't fall for this, though, and the waiter grew impatient and left while I was still trying to decide what I wanted. After half an hour of debate, I finally decided to order pizza. They had a bizarre sizing system for it -- small was size 0, 1, or 3, medium was size 5, 7, 9, and it went up to large and extra-large in what appeared to be pants sizes. The waiter returned and apologized for forgetting about us for half an hour, and I ordered a size 3 pizza with just cheese. He seemed irritated that I took so long to order something so plain. He stormed away from the table to put in my order, and I was left feeling guilty as hell.