Alright, here goes one from last night: So like, there's these two dudes that are trying to do an undercover operation to locate each other, so they dress like old ladies. Masculine, tall, deep-voiced old ladies... Anyway, when they finally meet, they prepare chicken and waffles on the tailgate of a truck in the midst of a heavy rainfall. This is where I'm first in the dream, staring on, in a large group of strangers pondering why. Why am I watching this? They don't even eat the waffles. They made this fantastic meal in the rain, and they didn't even eat it. They got into a shitty old car together, kept their disguises and personas going, proceeded to hotbox, and peeled out of there. The group dissipates, and all that is left is me and the waffles in the rain.