I wanted to share this weirdly awesome dream I had so y'all could enjoy it, too!

My dearest friends & I (aka The Collective) were in a bar but on a Sunday morning, enjoying brunch. We were sitting in one of those large, round-ish booths, and there were several of them in the room.  The decor on the walls was musically-inspired, with pictures of musicians and lots of those framed albums they make when singers or bands sell a lot of records.  It was somewhat bright in the room, as there were a few high windows, letting in the warm sunshine.

I decided to explore the rest of the bar, so I walked through some saloon doors into another room, quite different from the first.  On my right was a small, about knee-high, bricked in area, with 2 mechanical (sort of like remote-control but really fancy & expensive) dinosaurs fighting.  On my left was a 6.5-foot tall T-Rex from "Toy Story." When I walked past him, his forelegs flailed around and he said, "Oh! You scared me!" And I had to walk past him, as in the center of the room was another, much larger pit where people could quite literally wrestle alligators.

Past that took me into yet another much smaller and much quieter room.  It had a circular area in the center, slightly elevated, with a few chairs scattered around it, music stands, a couple of amplifiers, etc., where local musicians or bands could play or people could get together for a haphazard, impromptu jam session.

Through another set of doors brought me to the fourth & final & most epic room of the bar.  The walls were decorated with a wild assortment of colorful stuffed animals, creepy-cool taxidermy, and other weird, fun, and Gothic-inspired items.  The bartenders/waitstaff in this area were all dressed differently from the casual denizens of the other rooms, in white tuxedo shirts with black vests
& bow ties.  This room was my favorite because you could order any kind of dessert you could
think of, and they were all amazing and creative and heavenly.  I was ordering a rolled-cake, dark
chocolate with hazelnut vanilla buttercream, and a freshly-made raspberry purée drizzled over the
top. With it came a glass of champagne.  On the counters were bowls & jars of various
individually-wrapped, tiny treats, those that normally come like that.  For example, closest to me was
a bowl of bite-sized Walker's Shortbread Cookies, nearby was a jar of imported fancy chocolates, and farther down were 4-piece samplers of cocktail-inspired candies.

So, to sum up: dearest friends, Sunday Brunch, weirdly wonderful bar with good food, weird decor, amazing desserts & a unique experience. It was a really fun dream & if I were independently-wealthy, I would get that place built & running with a quickness!

Dreamily,
Lola