A Trial and Seafood

I had a dream last night that I was in a courtroom watching someone's trial. I'm relatively certain I was not a juror, that I was supposed to know the person on trial, but I don't know who it was. I'm also not sure what he or she was on trial for, but I know it was serious--possibly murder. The judge broke for lunch & I found myself in a store walking down an aisle. I was looking at table skirting, neatly folded on hangers, in plastic bags just like at the place where I used to work. They were hanging on hooks. An employee was changing some of the bags because they had gotten dirty. I offered to help. Then I got hungry and got into a line where food was being sold. I was behind a woman who looked a lot like Cameron Diaz. She could not decide what she wanted to order. She wanted fish, but all they had was fresh goldfish in a tank. It was like places where you look in a tank & pick out the lobster you want, they take it & cook it for you. It was the same thing for goldfish. I kept thinking that one would have to order many goldfish to just make an entree. The little fish were all different colors & the woman couldn't decide which color she wanted. The employee dumped all the fish onto the floor for her. I gave up and walked out of the store & back to the courtroom where the trial was about to resume. More people had arrived who wanted to watch the trial but had not been there during the morning. A man asked if all the seats had been occupied during the morning. I told him yes. He said he would stand in the back because he did not want to upset anyone by taking his or her seat.

Then I woke up.