Pizza dream

This one is short, but has stuck in my mind for most of the day so here goes....
I was in a pizza place, some sort of restaurant,  I was alone, and feeling rather pressed that I get back to wherever it was I needed to go with the pizza.  The counter was long, and wide and dusty with flour, as if they made the pizza right in front of you on the counter, but they didn't.  I asked for a large pizza with peperoni, the person just starred at me blankly, then turned to start making it.  I watched quietly.  there was no one else in the place except me, although I could hear noises outside, busy noises, lots of people, traffic and so on.  I watched him make the pizza dough as he swirled it up and around, but when he placed it down on the table in front of himself he proceeded to make it into a rectangular shape. strange I thought for a second, and then was figuring what's the difference, so I said nothing about it.  Then he turned around and handed it to me.  It was raw, he never put it into the oven, and strange enough the raw pizza, as we all know - you would not be able to pick up, unless it was on a pizza stone, or a tray of some sort, but there was none, and still it was rigid and did not fall apart like one would think.  I thought this a little strange, but did not say anything and carried the pizza over to a counter where there were lots of boxes, mostly the usual square boxes that we all are familiar with, but there was one box all by it's self that was rectangular in shape, so I placed my raw pizza in the box and headed out the door.  I did not pay, and wasn't asked to, so I left.  When I got outside there where tons of people everywhere, walking about, and also a line was formed in front of the store, rope off in zig zag order like they have at carnivals and amusement parks.  I started walking down the street carrying my pizza, as I passed people they stared at me strangely so I kept saying "I don't know what's going on, it's shaped funny."