I have just arrived with a friend(?) on a restaurant. We had been here before. The place was owned by this Japanese man on his 40s. I didn't trust him, and he clearly didn't trust or like us. It was like he was hostile towards us, but didn't want us to notice. Somewhat paranoid, too. We take a seat and he walks over, trying to look friendly. It felt eerie and suffocating, being around him. He served us some kind of sashimi, which I barely ate before going to the bathroom, as an excuse to get away from him. I'm not sure what happened then, because as I went into the bathroom, I watched some sort of video of a woman explaining about the restaurant. It turns out it was some kind of cover for a satanist cult. The Japanese guy worshipped Satan, and since it was a big secret he tried to hide it from others, and since me and my companion apparently already knew, or at least suspected him, he was being careful around us. (Somehow, he knew we knew)

So then I get back from the bathroom and it seems I spent quite some time there. My companion already ate the main course. The Japanese man brings a tray with several desserts, all of which had some kind of whipped cream, which I somehow knew was actually some cream wasabi (there's a fancy dish with this cream, IRL). He eyed me angrily, but smiling. He made it clear that I wouldn't eat the main course because I was late for it. I felt he resented me being late, though he smiled, trying to hide it (rather poorly, of course). I'm not sure if we ate the dessert, but I woke up shortly after.