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In My Dreams I Was ... a Cook Again?

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In My Dreams I Was ... a Cook Again?

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I had the craziest dream last night. Throughout high school and college, I worked at a family restaurant that I call The Piece. For most of my career at The Piece, I worked production, ending as the kitchen manager. Last night, I dreamed I was back working at The Piece again, as a cook.

It looked exactly the same as it did when I worked there. (Bobby remarked, "That's because they never invested any money in that fucking place so it probably does still look the same.") I was on "cold side," so assembling plates and preparing sides, not actually doing the cooking. I was working with two other people. Even though The Piece looked the same, they had expanded their menu, so they served things like fish tacos (!!) that I did not know how to prepare. The people I was working with kept disappearing, so I had to try to figure out how to make these new menu items. Also, things were in different places, and the kitchen was really, really dirty, so all of the equipment was not functioning.

However, I was totally in-character in my dream. After discovering that the fryers hadn't been cleaned in how long, I said to one of my co-cooks, "Now that I'm here again, this kitchen will be cleaner." And even though I'd only been there one day, I was totally ordering other people around.

Instead of printing orders on tickets, The Piece had also installed one of those monitor systems like they use at fast food restaurants, only the system was broken, so the same old orders were constantly stuck on the screen, so we didn't know what food to make. So I said we needed to go back to the old printer system, and just like that, we did. How nice to be omnipotent, if only in one's dreams! :D However, my plan backfired in that this produced a rush of tickets for all those unmade orders, and we were now swamped in our dirty kitchen with the malfunctioning equipment and the cooks that kept disappearing.

When I worked there, I used to dream about The Piece all the time. I'd be trying to make an order but moving so slowly, like I was swimming through molasses. The orders would keep piling up. I'd eventually go into crisis and start screaming and throwing things (which would also sail really slowly through the air, like they were flying through molasses) and then wake up. I haven't dreamt about The Piece in ages because I haven't worked there in ten years! How weird that it resurfaced now and that it was similar but not quite to the old pattern. If I believed in dream analysis, I would probably have something to say on that.

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