Italian Infatuation . . .

I dreamed I was back working for the last attorney I worked for.  In the dream they had an Italian cook.  He took one look at me and was instantly infatuated.  I didn't share his infatuation.  However, as the dream progressed and he pursued me relentlessly I decided we should hook up, so maybe after that he'd leave me alone.  The house was amazing, huge, modern in style.  I was looking for my new "love" one night and something in the house had caught fire.  There was a lot of confusion and I couldn't find the cook but had to help rescue dogs and get stuff out of the house.  At this time I woke to nature's call.  When I went back to bed the dream continued.  A different location this time I was working where there were wonderful lush plants and I was seeing a psychic who was trying to help me find the cook because he was now stalking me, watching me.  But not letting me see him.  I remember walking down streets with red brick buildings and plants and trees galore, perhaps like  a street in the garden district of New Orleans.  It was very sunny and I wasn't particularly disturbed, only curious.  The psychic continually saw the cook by reading cards, but couldn't tell me where he was precisely.  Finally I awoke again and that was the end of it.