I dreamed I was trying to help a friend celebrate a birthday or anniversary by treating him and his family to dinner at what I took to be a low or middle grade family restaurant, judging from the kids running around amongst the tables. However, I failed to pick up on the smooth-talking waitress’s description of a certain champagne (they have champagne?) as “exquisite” and “very well thought of” and proceeded to order a bottle. When the check came, it totaled nine thousand dollars, of which seven thousand was for the champagne. I began a desperate negotiation with the waitress, which ended with my friend producing his credit card with an “I’ve got this,” and I woke up screaming.