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Work. I’m a chef and my nightmares are mostly along the lines of arriving at a strange kitchen, finding out nothing has been prepped, and I have half an hour to make 20 pans of lasagne but there’s no tomatoes, only 2kg of pork, and the ovens are stuck at 300°C.
Ironically my best dreams are about a zombie apocalypse . And I’m the guy with the chainsaw and shotgun.
Work. I’m a chef and my nightmares are mostly along the lines of arriving at a strange kitchen, finding out nothing has been prepped, and I have half an hour to make 20 pans of lasagne but there’s no tomatoes, only 2kg of pork, and the ovens are stuck at 300°C.
Ironically my best dreams are about a zombie apocalypse . And I’m the guy with the chainsaw and shotgun.