Restaurant Faviolee

"Welcome to Restaurant Faviolee!"

Yeah I got no idea either folks. But hey! That is what it was like. I am myself and I go into this restaurant to chase an apparent friend in this world that is a cross between real-life and hand drawn stuff. Kind of like Who Framed Roger Rabbit?
So I end up in here and I have no idea where this kid is. He was fat, short, and wore a bright Orange Shirt. In other words, easy to spot, yet I couldn't find him. I walk in and I turn around and there he is, sitting on someone else eating desert or something.
I sit down, and all of the sudden, the table turns into multiple tables and I am sitting next to some random stranger and my best friend from High School. Eh? We make some kind of 3-d puzzle that turns into an animation. My friend draws on it a bit with a pencil, to make it look better, even though it really doesn't ( he gives a cave hair or something...) I never ate at that place.


Oh funny thing about this dream. I woke up 3 am to write down I had it on a journal and I couldn't get back to sleep till 4 am. Awesome. Whatever, I am going to try a voice recorder tonight to see if it works any better.