I was at a posh restaurant with some people I was supposed to know. The restaurant was simultaneously in a fancy art deco place and on the footpath of a residential street. For some reason I kept getting up from the table to go to the kitchen to order more plates.
My hair had turned into a thick wig and while I was waiting for a new plate one time I started trying to separate it into strands with my fingers. A big clump fell out and landed on a bowl of flowers. I tried to hide it with a menu I was carrying but a waiter saw and said, "If you've got lice you shouldn't be in here." I said, "No, just my hair is tangled today." Then he gave me a weird-looking dessert which was like a runny cheesecake with little vegetables, but they were plastic, only decorations, and I got embarrassed after someone saw me trying to eat them.
When I was going back to the table I saw a big plate of green beans that had been sitting on the same counter for a long time and I thought it was both a waste of beans and a health hazard.
I got back to the table, which was on the footpath this time, and sat down, and someone asked me where was the guy I was supposed to be marrying "tomorrow". I had no idea who they were talking about and had to think really hard... but could only remember my supposed husband-to-be's brother, whose name was Brad. "I think we broke up." I said.
Then a woman was trying to get past our table with a big old-fashioned pram. I apologised for taking up so much room on the footpath. Suddenly the table was gone and I was someone else with a child in a pram. It was a little girl about 18 months old but she said, "If you think it's hard to get past the table you should find out what it's like being kept in a pram all the time." I tried to humour her. I had the feeling she was my child but I couldn't remember her name or anything about her.
Now I was somewhere else with the same little girl in a different pram, with a couple with another little girl in an identical pram. We were going to rent a video or see a movie and "my" little girl was making a fuss about the other people taking her out of her restraint. "She gets like that when she's tired," I said, and they looked at me like I was a bad mother.
Suddenly I was having lunch with my inlaws-to-be, although I couldn't remember their names either and they insisted we were in New Zealand. My supposed fiance was nowhere to be found and his mother was accusing me of treating him badly. Next I was watching them putting him to bed. He was lying in the bed and his father walked on top of him to reach the window so he could draw the curtains. His mother tucked him in and I decided I didn't want to marry him after all.
