I think this was probably the most normal weird dream I've ever had.

  I was in a family restaurant, like Grandy's or Denny's (hopefully everyone is familiar with at least one of them), and I was eating breakfast with a friend.

  The dream started with him having just signed an "autograph" for one of three Asian businessmen who had also eaten there.  In my mind it was an autograph, but in actuality, it was nothing of the sort.  It was more the idea of it in another form.

  Here's what had apparently happened.  The men were eating, one of them had ordered the same thing as my friend, and the man had overheard my friend say something that had four consecutive words in common with something famous said by someone the man admired.

  What he wanted was for my friend to write down the sentence that he spoke, and then put quotes around the four words.

  The three men were on their way out of the restaurant at the time, and they were passing by our table to exit.  (A little FYI: we were the only five people in the place, except for one employee behind the counter, which was directly across from me.)

  They all had stopped at the table, and the first man, who did speak English, in line handed me some kind of business card.  I do not recall what the business was, but it was related to something I was wearing or something that happened to be on or about me at the time.  I thanked him and bowed.

  The second man, who also spoke English, though slightly less clearly than the first, handed me his business card, but it was not a usual card.

  His card was a thick, gray strip of card stock, about half an inch wide, and about 50% longer than a normal business card.  Down the length of the card was intersected by small rectangle pieces of material.  There were about six or seven, and each was a different color.  As far as their texture was concerned, they had an appearance of having been embroidered on.

  I took the card, but it had no writing on it, so I did not know what it was for.  The man pointed to my shirt, and told me, basically, that he worked for an overseas division of Ralph Lauren.

  I had apparently been wearing a Ralph Lauren shirt, which I did not even know until then, even though it was written across the left breast of it.  (FYI: I don't even own anything Ralph Lauren in real life, nor have I ever wanted to.) I bowed and thanked him, as well.

  The logic of the dream goes a little strange, here.  The next man to do something felt as if he were only the second to do something, though only because there was another man in line after him, though there were still only three of them in all.

  Anyway, he handed me a five-dollar bill, which was supposed to be something like a tip of sorts.  This confused me, and he spoke to me in another language.

  In the dream, I had originally thought they were Chinese, but at that point, I was not sure that they were not actually Japanese, and I did not wish to offend them.  I looked to the man previous him, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't speak Chinese... or Japanese."

  He explained that that man had ordered a special plate of pancakes (the same that my friend had ordered), and that whoever orders them is allowed to make the last flip of the pancake.  For some reason, it was a good thing for the cake to split open at the top after having done that- a sign of good luck, or something.

  Anyway, that man was sort of celebrating his fortune by giving me the money.  The men then left, and my friend told me that the same man had also given him five dollars.  My friend put his five in my hand, saying, "Here, you take it." Then he said, "I was just going to give it to someone else," as in someone less fortunate, but then he followed with, "but why?" as in, why bother.  I found that a little disturbingly amusing.