Name changed... because below!!!
I was being romantically pursued by two world famous chefs - in a sort of Brief Encounter style; any sexual undercurrents repressed within my heaving bosom.
No surprise (given new user name) I pledged my troth to Gordon (can't remember who other chef was).
Next thing I was head honcho at some sort of posh Boutique Gastronomic Hotel like Le Manoir and up to my teeth with prep.
In walks Gordon with what looks like a cross between a Ukrainian mail order bride and Japanese Manga sexualised cartoon; I remember latex hold ups, a tartan mini skirt and boob tube.
Gordon is flustered and tries to bundle bird into lift whilst staff exchange horrified glances meanwhile, I piss myself laughing to the extent I can't make myself understood.
Eventually, I make my way to their room where I rescue Gordon from his unfortunate predicament and we laugh our way off into the sunset.
In RL I am not a cook, can't stand Gordon and if was any such scenario with knives in close proximity there would have been a different outcome.
Completely mad dream but still clinging onto the comforting feeling of being deeply loved and cared for!
The original declaration of love was seriously technicolor!
Any dream interpreters out there?!!!