I dreampt my house was attached to an asian restaurant. I picked up some cookie looking things and chicken nuggies and brought them to the counter. The woman had chopsticks in her hair and a gaisha look, obviously Americanized traditional. She grabs one of the little things I had and returns a huge live and gasping fish that was covered in deep-fried breadding.
I said, "is that for me? I'm not eating that." She asked me to wait and tried to catch the manager who was dressed in a samuri Jack outfit.
I then stole and ate the crispy things from the serving plate meant for someone else and contemplated leaving. Was still hungry. The fish continued to breath, but like huge breaths. Was disgusted.
