The Food Dream

I awoke hungry from last night’s dream.

It was a simple thing. My wife and I were with many other people. I knew them all, but she’s the only one I recognize from my actual life.

After walking on a cement walk, we entered a hall or reception area. I smelled food as soon as I walked in. Huge, the place bustled with people hurrying about. I realized most were servers. Long tables of food were set up along the walls on either side.

My wife and I were confused, asking one another, are we supposed to be here? Neither of us knew. We were looking around. The people we’d been with were not with us. We couldn’t see them. We saw a lot of other people, but not anyone we knew. I decided, “We must be in the wrong place. We took a wrong turn. We’re not supposed to be here.”

She agreed with me. We were turning to leave when a young serving woman in dress in black, with a white apron, approached and said, “Let me show you to your table.”

“I don’t think we’re supposed to be here,” I said. “Is this a wedding or reception?”

The young woman looked confused. “No. This is where everyone eats.”

I was confused. “Who is everyone?”


“So this food is for everyone?”


We went back and forth talking about it because I was sure there was something yet to be revealed about what included everybody, but it was a circular dialogue, with the answer being that we’re supposed to be here. The food was for us.

My wife and I looked at one another. “I guess we’re supposed to be here,” I said.

“You are,” the woman said. “Follow me to your table.”

We followed her but I remained highly doubtful. She took us to a table, one of those big, round ones, set with flatware and glasses for ten. A young man came up, asking if what we wanted to drink. He could get us anything that we wanted. We chose our drinks. He went off. We then realized it was a buffet and went off to one side. There was table after table with food parallel to the wall, with servers waiting behind the tables. I think I saw everything – turkeys, hams, steaks, and fish, along with bowls of vegetables, and potatoes prepared in different ways, like scalloped, boiled new with butter and parsley, and mashed. I saw an omelet bar, a huge salad bar, and pies, cakes, and cookies at a another table, and an ice cream sundae bar.

The sight of so much food floored me. I still didn’t think I was supposed to be there. I was certain there was a misunderstanding. Nevertheless, I ordered food, which is where the dream ended.

Writing this up today, I realize I’ve had similar dreams to this before. I derive a meaning from it that makes me grit my teeth, that I continue to doubt myself, believing that I’m not worthy, that I don’t belong to wherever I’m going.


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  1. Think of it this way, you could have dreamt that orange-haired cannibals were taking over your house (my dream from last night). But, I do understand. When good things happen to me, I am always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I thought that was a Jewish thing, the awareness of the omnipresent Evil Eye, or Kine Hora, which is waiting to humble us at the moment of our greatest triumphs. But I guess not. Even so, I do think it’s hard for people with a strong social conscience, like you, to feel they merit their blessings. And perhaps that’s a good way to feel, because it makes us truly grateful for whatever gifts the universe bestows, and encourages us to pay them forward. So, for what it’s worth, if you dream of a feast, and awaken hungry, then eat! And afterward, say, Kine Hora, spit three times, and put some money in the Pushke for those who are less fortunate. Now I’m off to ward my house against those cannibals…. 🙂

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    1. Orange-haired cannibals! Wow.

      I did eat as soon as I got up, and I’m eating again (feel ravenous). Now I’ll go say Kine Hora and spit three times. Funny, but on impulse, I gave money to others this morning to help their cause.

      Thanks for the advice. Cheers

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