Me a Chef?

I love the idea of keeping a dream journal. I don't do it, mostly because if I wake up in the middle of the night from a dream, good or bad, my first priority is to fall back to sleep as soon as possible. Last night though, I had an interesting dream that pretty much lasted all night. I was dreaming that I had dropped out of school (yep, 3 classes left and I dropped out) because I decided I wanted to go to a culinary school. This, of course, is absolutely hilarious because I generally do not cook, and I don't even eat gourmet type foods. But this place was located in the Shenandoah Valley, was secluded, in a beautiful plantation style house, and only taught about 25 students. I was going back to living in a dorm with roommates and everything, at 32 years old, and I was happy about it. The funny part was the only thing that was ever cooked in my dream was a huge pot of chili over a fire pit outside (I know what I'm having for dinner tonight, now). What made it such an interesting and strange dream, was that I was so at peace and happy with my decision, and with life.

Of course, I could decipher all kinds of meanings out of this. I'm glad I am not one of those people that goes and changes her life simply because I dreamed something, because then I could be in a lot of trouble. So would the rest of the world, because when I say I can't cook, I'm not kidding even a little bit. Although the idea of being a professional student does sound tempting at times. I mean I'm sure at some point I would have to pay back the student loans, but a few more years without that would be nice :) But being the practical person I am (stop laughing, I am) it mostly made me realize that my butt NEEDS to finish school, and I NEED to get some work done ASAP or that is not going to happen.