Myself and a group of friends have reservations at an upscale restaurant but when we get there the management informs us that they goofed. Our reservation was given to another party of equal size. So they decide to put a table on the roof of the skyscraper and serve us up there. We go up and find ourselves at a suitably sized table with all the settings expected at such an establishment. Trouble was that the table was, somehow, almost the same size as the roof. The waiter came out with our water and promptly fell off the roof to his death. I ring a bell and ask for another waiter. This happened another three times until the main course came and I woke up.
Sounds like it could be a Monty Python sketch.