Dinner Service
Many exciting events and changes. Several posts to follow.
Dreaming: I had a fantastic time as assistant chef to Gordon Ramsay. We were catering a large dinner party in an island mansion off the Gold Coast of Chicago. I, not unusually, was out of place once service was complete.
I’d been ducking Chef Ramsay because during the preparation of the meal he’d been asking for input on his next cookbook. I was quite proud of the suggestion that he include some details on the finer points of the cooking process, you know, for those of us who haven’t had an opportunity to study under great French masters and British legends. He scoffed at the idea.
I was more pissed than crushed, because his material is lacking and the addition would have been ideal. I felt worse for the girl who brought homemade sake to try on the guests as it was an overall disappointment and that was her hard work being ridiculed.
As one of the guest chefs, I was mingling with the crowd. I met Uncle Someone-or-other from the family. Again, not unlike me. Seek out an elder male for interesting conversation. He had a digestive issue. I was about to suggest a yogic remedy, checking myself to see if this was socially acceptable.
I really have to do this. And make sure I’m not dreaming when I act, not talking out loud to myself in public. But he found a solution and was off into the crowd before he made a social faux pas. I was left standing alone again.
I went to the kitchen and offered my assistance to the head of the household staff, but their chef informed me that they were two hours ahead of schedule and had the next day set up already, thanks anyway. That’s how I found myself accidentally in the nursery.
The family had around fifteen kids and a cadre of nannies caring for them. I was amused to find the nannies were much more relaxed and real when away from the heads of household.
I found a curious boy who seemed quite lively, but there was no chance to explore his psyche or pick his brain, so I again looked to escape.
I was quite intrigued when later we went into the city to a mysterious location. We passed a line of middle eastern policemen. Their faces were fascinating: very real, each unique. We entered the police station and went to the basement, where Chef locked all of the other staff into a basement room.
Chef makes many appearances in my dreams, as does kitchen duty. Also, this was another of the dreams filled with rich detail, lengthy streams of consciousness and exceptionally realistic events.
The day prior, I was troubled by nightmares. I was repeatedly pursued by Michael Myers, who was my relative. We lived in my childhood home. I effected my escape over and over, but kept returning to the house. At first, I’m not sure there was a reason. I think the dream action was repeating. By the end, I was saving a little girl in white.
I wish I could better explore what happened, because he found us in the street and yet wouldn’t pursue us. I felt strangely pulled between him and the girl, responsible for all, unable to save any of us.
Later, I dreamed I was in a hotel room where a man kept looking in through a window in the door. It was night, dark, only the light of the television. I was trying to watch a sci-fi movie, when I received a visitor, a man I used to know. Where once I thoroughly enjoyed his company, now he made me nervous and sick to my stomach. I wished for him to go and Now was not soon enough, but he lingered and tried to repair our friendship.
I began to get angry with him, for I really hate having my space invaded, especially without an invitation. I felt guilty, too, that he was around. He refused to recognize my signals that I was not interested, so they became more grand and insulting.
When I woke, I still felt ill and ill at ease. I read a day or so later about the foreign energies and the way they appear. I have no way to know if there were influences at work. The symbolism and circumstances aren’t unknown to me, but the confused and upsetting emotional aspect was suspect.
I’m still working with the energy body Intention to awareness. I believe I have been through several of the gates before; I recognize signs as I review them again through the book, but I don’t feel I accomplished them in a controlled fashion and that is what I’m trying to do now- improvement with an aim toward impeccability.
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