What are chef dreams about?

Okay, so I haven’t had this dream in a while, I think it stopped happening when I was 17, and I’m 23 now. But I’ll always remember it because it happened so frequently. It had a couple different versions, but was always the same theme.

Most of the occurrences would start off with me being in my room. I would wait until I was sure the coast was clear and then I would go to my bedroom wall and press on it. The wall would open and it would lead me to a Chinese kitchen. The kitchen was huge, and also dark. It was lit by red light. Like, a red lightbulb or something was the only light source in this kitchen. It was quite ominous, and the kitchen was filled with many Chinese chefs working diligently. The main chefs, a rather robust Chinese man would approach me and greet me like we were old time friends, despite me being a kid. He would give me plates of food, and I would sit and eat my fill. The people in the kitchen were like my best friends, and I always had a good time. There always came the time when I had to go back home though, and the headchefsf would tell me he’d see me again soon. The wall would open up, and I’d step back into my room.

Another version of this was in my backyard. I’d be outside and again, would make sure the coast was clear, and then jump over the fence. When I landed, I was back in the red kitchen. Hanging out with the Chineschefsfs, and eating tons of food. Eventually the time would come where I had to go back home, and I’d jump back over the fence.

I had this dream for years, it wasn’t super often, but it happened enough for me to remember it still.
Does anyone have any thoughts on this?

From what I remember of the beginning: My Gf and I had finally made the decision to have kids, which I’ve wanted for a very long time. I was so happy it was so real and yeah I was just ecstatic. (I say it felt real, because I almost always know when I’m dreaming.)

Middle: More happiness. I’m bursting at the seems so much that when we pull over to get gas I can’t help but talk the attendants ear off about how we finally trying and blah, blah, blah. We pull out of the gas station and in just beaming and my gf can’t stop chuckling, she can t believe how excited I am.

End: we pull into a neighborhood and we’re heading down hill in a suburb (We live in Seattle). At the bottom of the hill there is two kids maybe 5 and 6 years old play catch. We barely see them in time to stop. She slams on her breaks and she ends up about 5ft from the first child on our side of the intersection. At that moment I look up as what looks like the slightly older brother looks so terrified and goes to what I assume is run to comfort his younger brother. I knew as soon as he ran off the opposite curb...I couldn’t get out fast enough couldn’t yell fast enough. And I’m looking into his eyes as he’s slammed by another vehicle coming through the cross street. The car stopped 20 feet passed the kid. And I’m running up My gf is out to and I try not to let her see, but it’s to late. She’s mortified and yelling to call 911. I’m running back climbing over the driver seat and puking and crying and screaming. Trying to grab my phone. And I wake up. I wake up screaming.

Some info on me I’m 25 gonna be 26 June 8th. I have a younger brother by 17 months. He’s in prison, I’m a pretty successful chef I’m Seattle. My GF said I should see what all this means, so thank you for any help!

\*Amazingly, this dream is NOT edited for the sake of continuity or ease of reading, it all happened exactly as described, which makes it all the more terrifying. I'm incredibly eager to hear whatever Dream Interpreters can come up with as an explanation for these shenanigans\*

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I dreamt I was walking in a massive grocery store, with aisles as far as the eye could see, an incredibly high ceiling, and very clean, pristine, almost glaring whites all around; hospital level sanitation.

I pushed my cart down a singular aisle containing nothing but Chef Boyardee soup, neatly stacked in rows, from top to bottom, again, as far as the eye could see.

As I walked down the aisle, I noticed a single can stand out from the rest. It looked normal in shape and size, but the picture of the sauce base on it was white rather than the usual red, befitting the rest of the soups.

I picked it up to read the kind of soup it was, in nature of 'Spaghetti' or 'Ravioli', but it only read "Wrong Sauce". In my confusion, I turned the can over in my hand, looking for one of those types of 'side stories' that explain the product or the maker's view of it or some such, and I found a small line on the side, signed from Mr. Chef Boyardee himself that read:

"Within this can is contained the wrong sauce, and is the only folly I have ever committed in my life".

I swear I woke up in a cold sweat.

So I (22m) had an odd dream about my dead father and dead grandfather last night.
Some backstory, my dad died last year due to complications of a compromised spinal chord, and my grandfather died 12 years ago due to lung cancer.
Anyway, I had this dream last night that they were both alive. From what I remember it started with my grandfather and I (I was the age I am now) riding to pick up my dad from jail. Along the way we stopped at a grocery store, and I picked up some groceries and supplies (Chorizo, Chef Boyardee, etc) and we left. We went back to the hotel my grandfather had been living in for the last 5 or 6 years of his life, but the room (that used to be essentially a studio apartment) was a lot bigger and had more than just one area.
Anyway, my dad and grandfather basically just hung out. I know there was a scene where I was looking in the third person (everything else was first person) at us being mugged by someone. It was weird because I looked a lot like my grandfather in that scene. After that my grandfather received his cancer diagnosis again, and we went home to relax. My dad listened to music on his phone, i just sat there and looked at my grandfather sick.
I did just get into an argument with my mother yesterday, so maybe they are trying to tell me something? I don’t know, maybe it means nothing but I dont dream about them often.
Any advice would be great, thanks!

I remember being invited to a location that sits adjacent to time and space. A lodge for the occult, where the mysteries of the universe were being explored to be revealed. We walked through galleries filled with strange and near incomprehensible objects, ending up at a loft workshop filled with an orderly disorder. I was explained by the key holder of the manse, that a former colleague of mine Danielle had died (Danielle is famous for having a mind filled with processes and equations), and that her work of unraveling one of the mysteries of the universe was incomplete. I was told that I should complete what she left unfinished like a murder mystery of incomprehension. In a document box were great uncut chefs of manuscript detailing her careful notes of what she had explored and discovered. It was incomprehensible to me as if written in a language I didn’t understand. I did afterwards see an overlay of a tetragrammaton with flowing letters, rotating like a cylinder lock or cryptic, trying each combination until one would fit. I also remember seeing on the coffee table the tarot card of the Tower undergoing destruction.

It was vivid enough that hours later I felt compelled to write it down for fear of it fading from memory.

Any ideas what it might mean?