Dream About Catering Disasters And Tar Figures

I was a waiter for catering, unsure if I was paid or volunteer? I wasn't very good at it, no matter how hard I tried. Food kept slipping off the plates or I would stack too many bowls on top of each other and they would fall. But none of the issues were my fault, it was like someone literally pushed down the bowls or flung up the plate, like a cartoonish feeling. All the others saw, though, was me messing up. They didn't want any excuses or "mouthing off", they just wanted it done correctly. We were serving someone very wealthy and they wanted everything perfect and professional and elegant. While I wasn't any of those things, I still kept pursuing as I felt the need to be the one with a nice attitude, as no one else was. The other catering staff were so passive aggressive and rude to others, including who they were working for, and I thought I could try to 'save' them. It was obvious though that this company wasn't for me, and I was confident that after this job, that I was done. But for the mean time, it was a little girl's birthday party and they were Hispanic so there was a whole fiesta! Birthday cake, tacos with all fixings, enchiladas, etc. I kept my happy face on, even though at one point I was being yelled at my Gordon Ramsay saying if I mess up one more time, then I'm out. So... I grabbed the pico de gallo for the catering area and somehow it slipped and fell out of my hands by some ungodly reason. I was about to cry, but I knew I couldn't just sit there, I had to tell someone what happened, and it definitely wasn't going to be chef Ramsay. I went up to the little girl and her mother and told them what happened, and I apologized profusely. I expected a harsh reaction from the mom but the child just smiled and say "oh it's ok, you're human, mistakes happen. Thank you for catering to our party!" I thought it was so cute for her to say "our" party instead of "my" party, but that's exactly what I needed to keep my spirits high. Instead of bursting into tears, I was adamant that I would do whatever it takes to get the pico de gallo replaced. They giggled and I ran off to look for a replacement. I ran down into the basement, and it went from a dark wood basement to what looked like a HUGE tall underground workshop? Bunker? Utility shop? It had those plain metal stairs with the gaps between which led down to what looked like an evil lair of some kind with machines on the sides of doorways barred off by minimal protection. Standing by an ominous door looked to be like a super villain with insane hair and a questionable gaze, like they were expecting me. For some reason, I mostly trusted this character, felt a bit unsure of their actions, but felt safe enough that if we were to get into any sort of tussle, that I could defend myself. The character turns to me and says "there's some down here, I'll just need to let you in and out". He puts the pin in and two thick metal doors open from what just looked like a wall beforehand. Each door looked about 5 inches thick, and was definitely soundproof with no windows. At the other side, was immediately a wide staircase, like a large college or library staircase, going even farther down to what looked like an old school setting. Tile floors and rooms that had desks. But more noticable, was the figure that lay motionless at the very bottom of the stairs. It looked like a large, life sized, crude stick figure made from tar stuck to the tile flooring. When I stepped over it, it was still hot and sizzling. That made me question almost everything, but I kept cautiously walking to where I was following the evil guy. It seemed like an office kitchen area, and the guy was pouring himself a coffee cup and had an evil smirk on his face. I heard what sounded like the door closing, and I was right. I whipped back around the corner to see the large doors closing on their own. I slipped on the tar substance, and it sizzled and burned my arm. I screamed and tried to get it off using my other hand, but all that did was fuse to my flesh and burn both my hand and my arm. But I couldn't think about it, since I had to race to get through the door before it shut. I made it barely through. I heard the guy running after me saying "you fool, the doors close automatically after 2 minutes". Once through the doors, barely, I had enough time to push the mysterious guy down the stairs and into the tar. I heard screams, but that was it once the doors closed, it was silence. I woke up into real life after this, but went back to sleep to have the dream continuing. The tar figure was once a handsome middle eastern man, but the tar consumed him. He can control whether he's tar or human, but being human wastes his energy and after a while he becomes tar again. In human form, he can touch things and people without burning them, but once in tar form, he can't without burning them or sticking to things unintentionally. He was stuck down there for a long time, and forgot what it was like to be in the sun and around people. I wanted to show him, but for some reason, everyone was gone now. I was patient with him, though it felt like I couldn't really connect because he would put himself down a lot and didn't have the social skills at all.