Cold Night, Warm Dreams

I went to bed last night freezing cold. As I shivered in my bed, I assumed I'd have dreams of freezing to death in an ice cave. Instead, I drifted off thinking about happiness, warmth, and new life.

In my dream I was hired to work in a house full of college kids, I was expected to live there and cook for them. I made them lasagna and they worshiped me. They ate it all. They were scraping the pan. I made them cinnamon rolls for breakfast. The pan-scraping noises were music to my ears. I began to think of all the things I could cook for them. Most of my dream was spent chopping vegetables, stewing meats, boiling pasta, standing in this big kitchen in my "I Child-Proofed My House, But They Still Get In" apron, flour on the side of my nose from dusting cake tins.

I baked them cookies and I made up cheese & veggie trays for late night study sessions. I steamed rice for stir-fry, and made extra for rice pudding in the morning.

People would stop in a grab a bite of cheese, a cookie, or a black olive. They'd tell me about their day, and I'd laugh at funny stories, while rolling out the crust for a chicken pot pie.

It was a good dream. I woke up afterwards, warm and happy.

Cooking
To dream that you are cooking, signifies your desire to influence others in such a way so that they will like you or become dependent on you. Alternatively, it represents your nurturing side. You want to be loved. Or the dream could mean that you need to express your creativity.

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