The One at Taco Bell

I stopped at the Taco Bell in Westfield, and it was generally in the same location as the real one, although the stores and parking lot layout around it was different.

It was a larger-than-normal building for Taco Bell, and divided in half cross-wise. If you were looking at the front door from the outside, the left was where you ordered and there was one of those people corrals, and the right was where the seating was and there was a second entrance on the side.

Also, it was one of those Taco Bells that had another restaurant in the same location. I can't remember what the other restaurant was, though.

I had to park pretty far away from the entrance because there were so many handicapped spots. I ended up parking near a gas station where the attendants looked really grubby and shady. I was wary about the safety of my car (which I think was the same as my real-life one) but since it was near the gas station, I figured it was all right.

I started ordering at the counter and the cashier asked for my drink order first. Then John came in and she took his drink order before I had ordered the rest of my meal. Then another woman from work, Sara, came in and she took her drink order too. I knew it was weird and was kind of annoyed, but since I knew everyone I was OK at this point.

When Sara was asked about her drink, she asked when the last time they had Lysol'd - she said, "Is your Lysol fresh?" The cashier said, "Yes..." And Sara asked, "Well, what's the date on the Lysol?" and the woman said 8/21/2009. Sara said, "Oh, 2009. Great! But I'm not going to get anything to drink."

We were all confused, and Sara said that on that date the weather was good.

Next, a guy I didn't know came in and put in his drink order, and at this point I was getting annoyed because I was really hungry and still hadn't put my food order in.

And still, Andrea came in and put her drink order in. I knew it was Andrea ******** in the dream, but when I had to sign her receipt, I had to sign her last name that was only four letters, although I don't remember the name.

We put in our food orders, and I had coupons in my black bag. I had one for a drink coupon, which I asked about and woman didn't know I had given it to her (there was something else to this, but I can't understand what I said on the dictation machine!).

Andrea had gone out to her car for some reason and it was time to start signing the credit card receipts. I thought at first that the woman put everything on my credit card, but someone she had rung them up all separately.

I was starving and Andrea was outside, so I was going to sign it for her, and I wrote out "Andrea" and was about to write that four-letter last name and the man asked if she knew I was doing that when Andrea came back in. She saw what I was doing and said, "No, you can't do that, how dare you!"

She took the pen and was going to finish when I woke up.