My feet were moving slowly as if I was trudging through sludge. Try as I might, I couldn't move any faster. At one point, the woman stopped and looked back with an expression of frustration.
"Sorry," I said. "I always run like this in dreams."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," she replied. "But we need to hurry. I'm not sure that thing is dead."
Still lucid, I managed to teleport myself next to her and we arrived at a big metal door, but it was locked. The woman ran over to a locker in the wall, turned a combination, and opened it to pull out a key. She unlocked the door and we walked through to find a ladder leading way up to a hatch. We climbed the ladder and pushed open the hatch and a blinding light washed over us.
Suddenly I was in the kitchen of a fancy restaurant, working as a line cook and I forgot I was in a dream. The head chef came to me with a bunch of eggplant that he had seasoned a grilled and he instructed me to stuff it in a goose and bake it. So I did.
The eggplant-stuffed goose was brought out to a table and several people ate it and really enjoyed it.
Then, some old woman (who I assume was the manager or restaurant owner) started yelling at me that I overcooked the eggplant and deflated it. I tried to explain to her that it wasn't deflated. It was sliced and grilled and it wasn't even me who prepared it. The chef prepared it. But she kept talking over me so I lost my temper and got in her face and started yelling and cursing at her.
"Who," she said. "You don't have to get all belligerent."
"Yes I do," I screamed. "Because you always pull this shid. I told you the eggplant isn't deflated. It's sliced. And it wasn't overcooked it was good. Ask any of the guests. Ask the chef. There's nothing wrong with the fucking eggplant."
And then I woke up.
So, any ideas what this dream means?