In my dreams

Last night I dreamed I was having dinner alone in a hotel lounge, and the waitress brought me a basket of bread.

"Oh, no thanks," I said, "I don't need it," but the waitress ignored me and left the basket on the table. A man was sitting near me in an easy chair, reading a paper--he smiled and said, "I like to eat bread when I'm on a date!"

I jokingly replied, "Then why don't you be my date, eat my bread, and then let's never see each other again!"