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04-24-2015, 10:20 AM
I was an inexperienced server in an Italian restaurant. The menu was difficult for me to understand and the descriptions of the dishes were very long. Johnny Depp, perhaps playing a character as he was dressed as an Egyptian King, ordered bolognesa (I don't even know if that is a thing) 3 times in a row. I asked "have you ordered this 3 times now?" He said yes it was his favorite.
He was accompanied by a blonde, maybe an actress, dressed as an Egyptian Queen. She ordered something I didn't understand. The king and queen are quite affectionate. She sits on his lap and she has a cobra crown and a cobra scepter. She kisses the scepter passionately. Very uncomfortable, but I can't look away.
I went outside for a break, then realized I hadn't placed the order. I ran inside to put the order in, and there was a meek cook that asked me why I hadn't made the dish.
Lots of gaps here. Suddenly I'm in a corporate setting with cubicles, but the kitchen is still there. I'm asking around for a shared computer so I can share my dream on NDC. Some people are helpful and some quite rude. I have a hard time with electronics in dreams. In this one I manage to pull the cords out of the wall accidentally, and jam some paper in a printer. I finally decide to write my dream down on paper.
When I finish, the man next to me says "do you work here?". Yes. He orders bolognesa and a fruit dessert. I don't know how to make it. He asks what I do. I say "I come to work and I go home". I had no answer that made sense or that made my life sound anything but terribly boring. (this is nothing like real life for me)
I call a friend in another kitchen to help me through making the dish. They have apartments for rent too. I need one. We have a long conversation while the man is anxiously hovering over me waiting for his food. I make this bolognesa with tortillas, red sauce and a lot of different cheeses, trying to make it look like the last ones the king ate. The dessert is full of berries. They need to be cooked and I don't know how. All of the glassware is dirty around me - causing me to get distracted.
I go back to the desk I'm working at to find that a member of the NDC has left me a gift - somehow transported electronically but manifested physically on the desk. His name is Mark and there is a note with the gift. It has numerology in it, from the dream I'd written. He says that 1743 (a date I'd written) was 1+7+4+3= 15 which means "Dark Sleep" which is for some reason good. I wonder if there is a book he gets this information from and make a mental note to ask him. The gift is pads of paper, ribbons of ink, miniature dressers (like in doll houses) with small, hand painted, lidded jars, and a large jar with a huge salamander in it. Mark signs off saying he's in a warm place at the beach like I am (though I'm not, it's cold where I am).
I try to name the salamander - I want to name it Mark but I think that would be offensive to the gift giver AND to Johnny Depp - who I just realized was Mark Antony.
Somewhere in this dream there was a deck or more of cards. There were only threes, nines and twelves and kings and queens.
There was more, it's escaped me now...
He was accompanied by a blonde, maybe an actress, dressed as an Egyptian Queen. She ordered something I didn't understand. The king and queen are quite affectionate. She sits on his lap and she has a cobra crown and a cobra scepter. She kisses the scepter passionately. Very uncomfortable, but I can't look away.
I went outside for a break, then realized I hadn't placed the order. I ran inside to put the order in, and there was a meek cook that asked me why I hadn't made the dish.
Lots of gaps here. Suddenly I'm in a corporate setting with cubicles, but the kitchen is still there. I'm asking around for a shared computer so I can share my dream on NDC. Some people are helpful and some quite rude. I have a hard time with electronics in dreams. In this one I manage to pull the cords out of the wall accidentally, and jam some paper in a printer. I finally decide to write my dream down on paper.
When I finish, the man next to me says "do you work here?". Yes. He orders bolognesa and a fruit dessert. I don't know how to make it. He asks what I do. I say "I come to work and I go home". I had no answer that made sense or that made my life sound anything but terribly boring. (this is nothing like real life for me)
I call a friend in another kitchen to help me through making the dish. They have apartments for rent too. I need one. We have a long conversation while the man is anxiously hovering over me waiting for his food. I make this bolognesa with tortillas, red sauce and a lot of different cheeses, trying to make it look like the last ones the king ate. The dessert is full of berries. They need to be cooked and I don't know how. All of the glassware is dirty around me - causing me to get distracted.
I go back to the desk I'm working at to find that a member of the NDC has left me a gift - somehow transported electronically but manifested physically on the desk. His name is Mark and there is a note with the gift. It has numerology in it, from the dream I'd written. He says that 1743 (a date I'd written) was 1+7+4+3= 15 which means "Dark Sleep" which is for some reason good. I wonder if there is a book he gets this information from and make a mental note to ask him. The gift is pads of paper, ribbons of ink, miniature dressers (like in doll houses) with small, hand painted, lidded jars, and a large jar with a huge salamander in it. Mark signs off saying he's in a warm place at the beach like I am (though I'm not, it's cold where I am).
I try to name the salamander - I want to name it Mark but I think that would be offensive to the gift giver AND to Johnny Depp - who I just realized was Mark Antony.
Somewhere in this dream there was a deck or more of cards. There were only threes, nines and twelves and kings and queens.
There was more, it's escaped me now...