Where I sit, I dream for days

I had a dream last night.  In it, Gordon Ramsay came up to me while I was cooking a grilled cheese, yelled my name and grabbed me firmly by my shoulders.  He told me (in his yelling positive voice) that I am wonderful and responsible. and I absolutely need to be the manager of a restaurant.

And then he made me the leader of his squadron of gothic lolita waitresses, working at one of his star London restaurants. 

?????

I told myself I'd lay off the Ramsay for a day or two, but I'm watching Best Restaurant now.  Wups.