My most horrifying nightmare of late occurred the night I arrived in Armagh. I found myself in a whitewashed basement dressed entirely in white. The only way to walk was forward, so I did. I went through a door that led into an industrial kitchen; but dust and rubble littered the floor. I heard thump after thump, blast after blast; all muffled of course. Suddenly, I was grabbed by two SS officers who shouted in German (I don’t speak German) that I was to cook for all remaining Nazis. It was to be Hitler’s last meal before his suicide. Frantically, I collected vegetarian ingredients, to comply with Hitler’s diet. Cooking was so hard; Nazis shouted at me as I tried to cook the pasta. Every few seconds, Russian shells and bombs would explode above me. I tried desperately to shield the food from falling plaster and iron filings, but it was no use. The food was contaminated. The dream ended with SS officers examining my food and automatically rejecting it as substandard. The feeling of the dream, apart from terror, was unbelievable shame. All of my cooking abilities could not survive the Russian attacks. The Nazis were also less than sympathetic, as their reputation would suggest.
this is one of the worst cooking dreams I have heard. It certainly makes me concerned about your kitchen!!! 🙂
Does your dream reflect the Troubles? Digestive Troubles? (Roast beef?) Both?
Makes me rethink the idea of someone being “a nazi in the kitchen”!
and it always comes down to the Nazis, no? 🙂