I cut up chunks of what look like cooked duck breasts and arrange them in a large square deck pan until the pan is nearly full. The meat is browned on the outside and pink on the inside but in the dream I refer to it as tofu. As I gently shake the pan the "tofu" dissolves into a milky liquid which then coalesces into rounded mounds, white with yellow flakes like loaves of unbaked bread ready to put into the oven except that they quiver as if filled with liquid. When I attempt to move the deck pan the loaves redissolve into liquid, some of which spills out of the pan. I shake the pan again and even more liquid spills out. I need to submit the pan with its contents to the court for approval but now most of the liquid has already spilled out.
The person in charge asks me if they (the people for whom I am cooking the tofu) will like it. I reply that it tastes good but they will want to have tomatoes and maybe something else in it, but I am out of tomatoes so will need to go to the store to get some.
Snow has drifted nearly up to my knees around the entrance to the store, which is closed anyhow. I head across the parking lot, which is covered with untracked snow, to go to another store for the tomatoes.

In this dream I use food to portray my relationship with Darchelle and our prospects for the future. I like duck; she likes tofu and we both like bread. In my agency as the cook I bring us together but in the dream I cannot prevent the food from liquefying and spilling out of the pan just as I cannot prevent my body from wasting away and my life from ending. The snow as it often does symbolizes my time of dying, and I feel that I face that experience alone. The store being closed indicates that there is no solution for our problem. The court and the person in charge imply that I will be judged, and at least suggest that the judge might be God and not just myself. My absence of emotion in the dream may mean that my feelings about losing Darchelle and her losing me are too uncomfortable to tolerate.