I went to a Burger King and ordered chicken fingers, but I did it wrong and they just gave me one single unadorned chicken breast. It was embarrassing.

Here's the symbolism, I think:

• - Meal = Decision-making and self-determination. Meals are one of my favorite parts of the day, because they're the parts over which I exercise the most authority.


• - Burger King = Recent relocation. Whenever I don't know where to eat in a new place, I start by eating at fast food places. The last couple times I've done that, Burger King was the only available option.


• - Chicken fingers = James. They're one of his favorite foods.


• - Chicken breast = work. No matter what day it is, you can always get a chicken breast in some form in the cafeteria. Yesterday, I specifically noticed that there was a large pile of chicken breasts sitting on a plate near a conference room.


• - Doing it wrong = A perennial fear of mine: that I'll misunderstand a process and get unacceptable results. This fear is particularly acute in retail settings, and especially where food is concerned. In real life as well as in dreams, I usually have to mentally rehearse ordering food before I do it.

And the context:

• - James isn't at work with me, as he usually is. Instead, he's been relocated temporarily to England.
• - I've been sending him emails every night -- it's the last thing I do before I fall asleep.
• - I haven't heard much from him, and I've been worrying that it's because he doesn't like the emails that I've been sending him.
• - Obviously that's a ludicrous thing to worry about. But then again, so are 90% of the things that I worry about.

So, there you go. That is, evidently, what is currently weighing heavily on my mind.