I am working for a strange food service company which, in addition to delivering food, has a restaurant, though the restaurant is a shabby-looking place in a large warehouse. I am working in the warehouse as a waiter. Everything is big and dusty and vast and I have a hard time efficiently serving the food. Someone keeps talking about "him," but I don't know who "he" is. It can't have been the owner of the business, because he, in the dream, sits atop a large armchair that looms over the entire warehouse/restaurant.