I'm back at my family home. Here with my family.

It seems they've decided to open up the "past". In this case - the past being a gigantic container of objects that stretches from the base to the middle of the hill behind the house (so a good 50-100m up). It doesn't look awkward - it's a strange sensation - the combination of knowing it's as big as half the hill - and the feeling that it's just like a shelf - broken up into lots of little compartments/boxes.

In any case, the important thing is that these compartments are being opened / retrieved. Not a good idea. I begin to remember why we put them there in the first place - they burn this awful green fire. They almost seem to be radioactive - and unfortunately the call back the disasters of the past.

This awful green radioactive goo seems to be leaking down into the house below. I wonder to myself - "What have we done?" - feeling that this could be the end of life for me.

I begin to awaken into a lucid dreaming state, though I'm not conscious enough to really consider the significance of the situation. I just take it on face-value. I need help!

I run into the kitchen, and sit down, putting my hands in a prayer-like position, and beginning to meditate. In my mind, I'm reaching out to the farthest reaches of the galaxy - to those who I feel can help. There's an intensity to the situation. The house feels like it's about to blow up at any moment, and my family seem to be running about madly - preparing for the worst.

My mum seems frustrated that I'm sitting there meditating when there are clearly other things I could be doing. Still I meditate anyway - and soon a vision springs up in my inner mind. I see a cartoon like image of myself speaking to "angels" on the telephone. I realise my call has been answered. The house phone rings.

Ah. I feel my acts have been vilified. It was all worth it, but when I turn to the phone I see my mum is already there - that was her strategy from the beginning.

* dream transforms*

The dream begins to fade a little, but rather than letting that happen, I do some cool visualisations and eventually find myself in a shopping center like area. It's very entertaining somehow, though the details of what I do there are now forgotten.

I do remember though that for one reason or another, this unusual event - where a girl shape shifts into a miniature being - and I have to walk around with her in my "back pocket". This commercial centre seems to be very interesting for some reason, and I recall really enjoying just travelling about, looking at things. The idea that there's someone sitting there in my back pocket, just makes the whole situation all the more absurd!

At this point however, I hear the words "Master Chef". How interesting! I think - remembering the TV show. Wouldn't it be cool if I could call the "Master Chef".

* dream transforms *

I visualise and intend this to happen, and all of a sudden I'm on the phone. I see myself floating through the sky, and down below the "Master Chef". An older Asian man with dark hair, and a kind of round figure.

I'm quite excited that I could get through to him. It seems like quite a break-through!

"Can you make me something?" I call with enthusiasm?

"What do you want?" He responds.

I hadn't really thought about that...

"Uh.. ughhh... I don't know.. ". I go with the first words that stumble from my mouth...

"Chicken and mushrooms and .. something"

And so he sets to work. Now I see him out on the middle floor of an open three-story building. Below him vast quantities of "spring rolls" are being churned out. He's hard at work. The food looks yummy.

Comments: My first association with this dream was with the character - the "Master Chef". For me this has connections with my creativity - so it was quite interesting that I ended up meeting with my "Master Chef" in this dream.

All in all this dream was quite something - lots of fun and diversity in the travels I had.