Other people's dreams are boring, and you'll groan that mine are no different. But this one amused me. In my dream last night:

I was back working in the restaurant. Martha Stewart and some man came in and ordered some cake to go. While I was slicing the cake Martha made a remark about having been at a party and how "cerebrous" the conversation there had been. Anyway, I wrap up the cake and then the guy starts haggling about the price, insisting that the slices were too small and only offering to pay half. I shout at him and Martha to get out, haranguing them for being cheapskates, and then, as they're going out the door, I scream "And it's "cerebral", not "cerebrous, *Martha*!" And she turns and, in tears, says "Don't say my name like that!"