I had the strangest dream.  I was out to dinner with my parents and someone else that I don't remember.  We were sitting at a very nice table on the back patio of a house that I could imagine Paula Deen living in.  Katy Shay was a waitress, but not ours.  I'm not sure we had one.  My dad was getting impatient so I got up and went into the house through the doors that were on the patio.  They had stretchy, frilly, floor length curtains on them and led into a bedroom.  All the furniture in the room was made of heavy, dark wood.  There was a huge bed that had bedding straight out of a Sear's catalog.  I started rifling through the drawers of a dresser and found some menus.  I leaned out the door and handed them to my dad, then went back into the room.  The interior door busted open and a frantic looking man asked me what the hell I was doing.  "It's really busy out here, come on!"  I looked around like he was talking to someone else.  He raised his eyebrows at me in disbelief and threw his hands in the air, slamming the door behind him.  I peeked out the door that he came through and saw a bustling, commercial kitchen.  I was now wearing a formal type server outfit, complete with a bow tie.  Caramelized onions and garlic were heavy in the air, it smelled delicious.  I picked up a large tray of food and headed toward the swinging doors, that I assumed led to the dining area.  I didn't really think I was supposed to be doing any of this, I was just kinda going with the flow.  What happened to the quaint, country style backyard that I was sitting in?  Where was my table?  Did I work here?  Was I supposed to be our waitress?! A door slammed.  I woke up.