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Apr. 7th, 2006 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffJust a little dream interpretation here:
Backstory first - Keith is a guy that I work with that I have a crush on. He was dating Iva, but it broke up rather spectacularly.
I dreamt this in the late morning. I was a cook in a nice restaurant, the kind of place you'd go out to for a special occasion. But it was just regular, "home-cookin'" type food. Keith was bringing Iva here for a date. They had called in and ordered in advance, so that they didn't have to wait for their food. (I've never had anyone do this, so this probably has some significance) Iva had ordered a hamburger. My boss, the restaurant manager said - "Nope, that's a lunch item. She can't have that." (I've also never had this happen, so, again, probably means something) So, since it was imperative that the food be ready at a certain time, and I couldn't contact Iva, I had to pick something for her to eat. I was very worried about pleasing her. I picked fried chicken, because I know that she loves fried foods.
The plates looked beautiful. For some reason, there was no waitress, so I was bringing the food to the table. On my way there, I realized that I hadn't got them their salads! A quick dash across the restaurant to the salad station, and there I stood, trying to decide what dressings to use!
My husband woke me up right there - standing at the salad bar, beautiful food going cold, trying to decide if I should go and ask what type of dressing they'd like, or to bring a selection of dressings....
Hmm, writing it out, I'm thinking that there's a lot to do about not being able to please people. (and maybe something to do with not wanting to please) In their relationship, Keith spent most of his relationship trying to please Iva, trying to win her over. She thought that he was sweet, but not really a good match.
ah, well.
Backstory first - Keith is a guy that I work with that I have a crush on. He was dating Iva, but it broke up rather spectacularly.
I dreamt this in the late morning. I was a cook in a nice restaurant, the kind of place you'd go out to for a special occasion. But it was just regular, "home-cookin'" type food. Keith was bringing Iva here for a date. They had called in and ordered in advance, so that they didn't have to wait for their food. (I've never had anyone do this, so this probably has some significance) Iva had ordered a hamburger. My boss, the restaurant manager said - "Nope, that's a lunch item. She can't have that." (I've also never had this happen, so, again, probably means something) So, since it was imperative that the food be ready at a certain time, and I couldn't contact Iva, I had to pick something for her to eat. I was very worried about pleasing her. I picked fried chicken, because I know that she loves fried foods.
The plates looked beautiful. For some reason, there was no waitress, so I was bringing the food to the table. On my way there, I realized that I hadn't got them their salads! A quick dash across the restaurant to the salad station, and there I stood, trying to decide what dressings to use!
My husband woke me up right there - standing at the salad bar, beautiful food going cold, trying to decide if I should go and ask what type of dressing they'd like, or to bring a selection of dressings....
Hmm, writing it out, I'm thinking that there's a lot to do about not being able to please people. (and maybe something to do with not wanting to please) In their relationship, Keith spent most of his relationship trying to please Iva, trying to win her over. She thought that he was sweet, but not really a good match.
ah, well.