I was at some sort of seated event outside, like a small concert. I was with Stan, possibly some other people (men--I was the only woman) and Anthony Bourdain! He was sitting with us and talking to us like we were old friends. I was feeling really happy knowing that Tony was a friend. I think we were also walking around a downtown area of someplace like Boulder or State Street in Madison. I remember lots of shops...I also remember some sort of Hindu shop with Indian things.

Here's the odd part, later Stan and I go off to eat, but Tony's not with us. How ironic is that? Stan and I are having a helluva time finding a place to eat. We were partly driving/partly walking (you can do that in dreams) around a downtown area of a small western town. We finally found a place to eat, outside of a small coffee shop/cafe that was very expensive. We sat at a table and the waitress brought us out menus. Then there was a woman who put her stuff down on our table as if she was going to sit there too, as if we didn't even exist.

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