The Cantonese-speaking section of the tavern

Sitting at a booth table with Ray at a tavern/inn/restaurant. Sort of a musty dusty wooden kind of place.

Apparently in the "Cantonese-speaking" section, and trying to talk to each other in Cantonese. A tall blonde (caucasian) girl at the next booth (behind Ray) gets up and complains about our being there, apparently because our Cantonese isn't up to snuff and it's annoying her. She is used to the entire section speaking fluently, and apparently our conversation is somehow irksome.

Ray decides to be non-confrontational and gets up to move. I want to stand my ground, but there's no point staying there by myself. We head out of the restaurant, but as I reach the reception stand, I look back and see a waiter about to take her order. I look down and see a letter-sized pad of paper, take it, walk over while she and the waiter are starting to talk, and bop her lightly on the head with it.

The waiter just kind of looks up, dumbfounded, as I walk back out. I go down the hallway forwards the front door. There's a guy standing near there, who I'm sure would try to nab me if he had been notified what had just happened, but he doesn't do anything.

I think about the fact that I and a few friends have somewhat of a residence at one of the rooms there, and hope that they won't recognize me later.

Bus ride to the Indian restaurant

Riding a bus to some kind of Indian restaurant with several people that I know. At some point it turns out I'm sitting next to Laurel, who is listening to music on her headphones. Oddly, I can hear the music pretty distinctly -- it's "The Good That Won't Come Out" by Rilo Kiley. I'm tapping my fingers to the beat, and mouthing the lyrics as they come up. (I think my dream state was confounding Laurel with Jordyn, since I was thinking about Jordyn more the night before... There are some points in common between the two...)

She starts to notice this, and for some reason now I'm wearing headphones myself, although I'm still hearing her music. I'm getting ready to ask her how she's been, because I haven't seen her in a long time (and I'm surprised that she's listening to this music), but then we get off the bus to go into the restaurant, which is the bottom floor of a city row-building -- it’s dusk out.

Inside, some guy who is acting as server/host begins showing dishes at a small table. Some of it is rice, one is sliced bread with gravy on the top side, a couple other things... Bay (left-ahead), Jess (opposite) and I have gathered around the demonstration table to watch, and I've had to kneel down so people behind me can see.

Because we were already there, the three of us and the host (bald African type, to front-right) sit down there to eat. Technically, though, Jess is backed away from the table opposite me, with her food set on a dresser or similar piece of furniture. Probably wanting to keep her distance from Bay. I look and see that Laurel has sat at a table behind and to the left of me, making conversation disappointingly difficult.