Understand My Dreams

Dreams kitchen

I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal tube and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

I showed up at my old job and saw that everything was a mess and nobody was working, everybody was being lazy. So, I take initiative and start giving orders, telling people what to do and how to do it. getting them to clean the place, to speed up service and keep moving at a faster pace. In the dream I am also helping cook French fries. I asked what the problem was that was making us slow and they said it was the kitchen, when I go to the kitchen to help I realize that the people don't know what they are doing and are lazy. I am trying to wrap a sandwich and it doesn't come out right. I open a tray of bacon and see that it is raw, I open another one and it is also raw, and another one, they are all raw. then I look at a space in the kitchen and it was full of bubble gum. I asked what that was for and they said, they are allowed to grab and chew gum at work. so I take over the restaurant and start rearranging things, ordering people what to do and I fix the place.

I was in the grocery store and I was picking out peaches to purchase I looked carefully through the peaches and put three in a bag I started to grab a fourth one but changed my mind, then I was at home putting away the groceries and was talking to my deceased grandfather in the kitchen telling him why I dont deal with a this particular person in my life anymore I was telling him how the person acts one way in front of folks but treats me completely different when they are not around and I dont have time for fake people.

I am in a house with other people spending the night there. I see through the window that there is my son running away from people that want to harm him. We open the door for him and let him in, but the car is getting closer. We try to hide him but it too late as there are now two mean inside the house coming toward the kitchen where we are. One man hits my son and I see his glasses fly out of his face. I run to help him and as I try to swing at the man who hit my son the other one grabs me and pulls me away. I see my son's face look at me with tears in his eyes looking at me to help him. The man hits my son in face with a metal bar and before I know it my son's face is swollen with blood and bruises. I feel helpless that my son will die.

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