Okay. Another dream. About you-know-who. So here it is:

I was walking around on campus, going to a marching band performance. I was walking in kind of a daze, and almost passed up the public bus. I only realized that I was at the bus stop when the bus opened its doors and people started getting on. I stayed on the bus for a while as it drove all around campus. Finally, we got to the music building, which, I realized, was only a block from the bus stop; I didn’t have to catch the bus at all, and I was hoping no one noticed this stupidity. All these different band members from different places and schools were beginning to pile up outside the music building. I went inside, where the U of I band was. Then I saw Lead*. Ugh. I said, “Hey!” He still seemed desperate to ignore me.  I was running around inside the music building with just my socks on, among all these other band members who were in uniform, trying to impress him (sounds like the good old days). At some point I decided to make him some Easy Mac. “Easy” my butt. I totally screwed it up, and simultaneously realized I had screwed up any chances of getting his attention. So then I woke up.

So analyze this for me. What does the Easy Mac symbolize? What does my incompetent cooking symbolize? Can a macaroni noodle be considered a phallic symbol? Have I been reading too much about Freud?

*A nickname for a certain someone. Some of you know who they are.