Post 1000, a restaurant with no seeds

I had a dream last night that gave me such a queer feeling.

I was on a pontoon boat with friends and extended family. We were touring a river that took us amongst sandy islands where we would stop and play in the sun.

On one island, there was a girl who caught my eye. I didn't find it strange at the time that I had a female love interest, though in waking life it's very strange. My mom kept encouraging me to go talk to her, but I was hesitant. As I finally gathered the courage to approach, a small gremlin, dark and hairy, came running from out of nowhere and was very interested in the right leg of my swimming trunks. He gazed up them, and then he tore that half away completely, giggling with delight as he ran away. The girl didn't seem to mind, and she somehow helped me fashion a replacement loincloth. I was grateful, but I suddenly lost interest, and we parted ways.

Back on the boat, we swung into a little bay to eye the vacation homes, seemingly priced fairly, but I realized it was probably per night. There were these strange jetskis, burly and military-style, apparently for public use, and my cousins and I went to grab them. As we neared them, the water began to rise. It happened so quickly that we couldn't mount the jetskis, and we swam back to the boat.

We continued our cruise, but no one was as concerned about the rising waters as I. We passed a giant castle that was made entirely of red stained glass. We entered a stained glass tunnel, but it was built for normal tide, and we soon had to hold our breath. Luckily the tunnel inclined, and we gasped as we returned to the air.

The tunnel exited onto a Venetian canal-like locale. Water connected all these businesses and one attracted my attention. My sister pointed it out as the "Restaurant with no seeds." I questioned this. "No sesame buns? No poppyseed muffins? No sunflower seeds?" She confirmed the restaurant did not serve anything with seeds. I then recalled seeing an ad for the place, "Oh yes, Sam Rockwell is their spokesperson." "That's right," she said. We endeavored to eat there, but the rising waters flooded out all the stores. I felt sad I couldn't eat at the Restaurant With No Seeds. My alarm sounded, it all faded, and I remembered I had pissed off Movie Chat.