Had a dream where I started frequenting this chinese takeaway restaurant (or was it a chipshop?) that turned out to have two absolute babes working there. I befriended them, somehow, and eventually they even trusted me enough to go pick up their order of drugs from down the street - literally, just two doors down from their shop there was a house with a car or two parked in the front yard with this bunch of stereotypical drug-dealer types hanging around, heh. I'm not sure if I managed to befriend them, too, but my mission went fairly smoothly nonetheless.
Things went on like this for a while (the details are hazy, but it was a pleasant time as far as I can remember), and then at one point, while I was sitting on this kinda gross, beige-ish couch in the waiting area by the counter, one of the girls came out and basically leapt onto me to start making out. Naturally I was even more enamoured with my new favourite restaurant after that...
Love and Drugs. How nice of my subconscious to spell out two of my greatest and most shameful desires so neatly to torment me with. X́D
And then later in the dream, for some reason I was with my mother (I'm not sure if I was living with/visiting her in the dream or she was visiting me or what - I have no idea where it was even set so w/e, but I know the restaurant was very close to wherever I was living/staying), driving along, when she decided she wanted something to eat.
I'm guessing she already knew about the place - perhaps she had eaten takeaway I'd bought there before - but hadn't been in there before, and to my horror she insisted on marching in there herself. My mother! Interacting with women I was romantically interested in! Oh gods, what a horrifying prospect.
For some reason she was insistent on going in herself, and I could hardly tell her the real reason I didn't want her in here, could I?
Fortunately, the girls had for some reason left the shop unattended - but open, so surely they couldn't be far away.
Mother was determined to acquire food from this place, though. She probably at least called out to try and raise somebody's attention, or possibly even rang one of those little bells one sees on so many commercial counter-tops. I tried and tried to convince her to give up and leave and to eat somewhere else, but at this point she was angry at the management for being open yet not around to serve her. Uh-oh. Knowing her she probably wouldn't even bother buying food by this point, she'd just hang around to give them a piece of her mind.
Luckily, I think I either managed to drag her out of there before either of my love interests deigned to return to work, or the dream ended.
Thank fuck for that. Kind of a stressful dream to start the day with, now I think about it, haha. Pretty good overall, though.
Tl;dr: began an unexpected romance with a pair of babes working at a local (to wherever I was living in the dream) takeaway restaurant, bought drugs for/with them from amusing drug dealer caricatures hanging around about thirty metres down the street, and then my mother very nearly ruined it all by going in there with me to get food and making me die of embarrassment but fortunately they were both slacking off and I either dragged my troublesome parent out of there or the dream ended before worlds could tragically collide.
I also just realised I never finished typing and posting the badass, rather-more-dramatic dream I had a few nights ago. I think I still have the text saved in another tab... oh, I do. Might finish that and post it later. Hopefully an abridged version, since it looks pretty damned rambly judging by a cursory glance.
Edit: @Spehss: that reminds me of one of my favourite books!
@Hotfire: that's... pretty dang funny, haha. Been a while since I've had remembered a dream that was primarily comedic.