non-lucid

We were at James' house. There were a lot of people crashing in different rooms. In the morning we stuffed a bunch of corpses into the trunk of his car. I went through the McDonald's drive through and they gave me the wrong order. Instead of chicken selects I got a cheeseburger. I could taste it in my dream - the ketchup and pickles. Disgusting.

Fucking random, but the symbolism is the same that it always is. I'm not taking care of myself, something in my life is lacking, I'm dead inside, etc. It's great that my sub conscience is pointing this out to me for the millionth time, but what am I supposed to do about it? What am I supposed to fix or change? I wish that I could find answers in my dreams.