A classic Extraction Dream...

I'm at a gathering of some sort, I remember lots of my friends being
there, everyone.. Somewhere in the middle of the party I fall
and use my hands to stop me hurting myself, the palm of my left hand
gets grazed quite badly, and I have to give it a wash.

 I take some photos of anne marie, and show them to her. Her face is
shape shifting from photo to photo, it is very curious.  I show her,
and she remarks that she can do this with photos; make her eyes shift
subtly from place to place.

We are cooking huge quantities of food for everyone there. I decide to
roast some veg, and so I get a huge roasting tray, cut up loads of
vegetables, and then pour lots of oil over them. The roasting tray has
a hole in the bottom corner which I didn't know was there, and now the
oil starts dripping out onto the floor. It goes from dripping out to
pouring out, and I rush to find a container to hold the oil in. The
first thing I grab is the package that I got the oil out of in the
first place, but this seems to have ripped, and it fills this, begins
pouring out over where it ripped and continues pouring over the floor.
I grab another container, this time a little more solid, but still
with a small hole in it, and I manage to stop the rest of the oil
spilling onto the floor. I definitely put too much oil on them... But
also, it seems like now there is more oil than when I opened the
packet and poured it on, as if it has magically increased.

I don't know what to do with the oil. Now its opened in a container it
will go off quicker and it will keep dripping as well. I need to put
it somewhere where it can be stored. I decide to put it in the
freezer. I open the freezer, a huge industrial sized thing, but there
is not enough room in it for the oil. I manage just about to rearrange
things and squeeze it into a little corner.

I notice that the cut on my left hand is getting worse and when I look
close there are little wood lice burrowing into the wound. This is not
good. If I don't get them out they could get right inside me and then
I will never get them out. I blow the wound hard which dislodges a
few, and then I carefully pick out a few with my fingers. Some of them
I have to wash out. They are burrowed deep within the muscle tissue. I
carefully inspect the wound and check that there are non left.