Dream

 Surreal dream that I made an effort to remember, and then forgot, and have just now remembered:

At a wedding reception or other similar event. The pastry chef was making profiteroles (distinctly, the word profiteroles was used) by dropping blobs of dough onto the flat metal spiral banister of a long spiral staircase that wound down several flights. As I walked down the stairs to the celebration area, the little blobs slid down the banister, puffing up into creampuffs. [No idea how he filled them, but if the chef can do that, he can do anything.]

At the bottom of the stairs was a sort of bar/lounge with all the cheerful partiers. I also distinctly remember Graham Chapman being at one table.