The Peanut Sandwich Song

Okay so I dream that I'm leaving work. It's raining outside, and it's really dark. I come to a four way stop and then I realize I'm not in a car, and that if I want I can just run through traffic to get where I want to go. I look left and then right. There's a semi-truck turning very slowly and across from me a car arrives at the stop sign there. I'm afraid he'll just cut through traffic so I turn right and run down the street. I decide I can run where I want, so I leap up onto the sidewalk and ignore the light, since I'm not in a car I don't have to obey traffic laws. As I'm running I can feel the rain soaking through my clothes.
I come to an alley, and on the ground I find the book I'm reading IRL. I pick it up, I have no idea how long it's been sitting in the rain, but it's soggy. I hope it's not entirely ruined. I climb up a fire escape a little ways down the alley. It's then I realize I'm not myself, I'm a teenage boy. I wonder briefly why I would be leaving work so late, or even if I'd be allowed to work at my age. My subconscious comes up with a plot hole filler: the world has become so expensive to live in that they lowered the age requirement for most places. A girl I work with lives in the house I'm climbing in to.
I worry because I know her parents wouldn't be happy if they found a boy in her room. I go through the window, open her door and see a flight of stairs immediately outside. I can see the front door from here. I make a run for it. The girl comes around the corner and gasps in shock.
"What are you doing here? You can't be here!"
"I know, I'm sorry. It's just that--"
Her mom shows up. She looks over my shoulder and I know she's looking at the open door to her daughter's room.
"Were you hiding a boy in your room?"
"No momma."
"Really?"
I cut in, "I'm sorry, I just left work and it was raining and--"
The woman narrows her eyes at me.
"What's in your backpack?"
I hand it to her. She starts rifling through it, I have no idea what she expects to find. She pulls out my lunch, it's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich still in the ziploc bag. She makes fun of it, poking at it and squeezing it until the peanut butter comes out. She brushes past me and goes up to her daughter's room. I try to follow her to explain what I was doing here, but by the time I get there she's playing the piano under the open window. She's singing in a high pitched voice:
"Liiiiiiiittttttlllleee sandwiiiich! Littttttllllleeee PEAAAAAANNUUUUT SAAAAAAAANDUWIIIIIIICH!!!"
Somehow I know she's making fun of me. I turn away to talk to my friend.
"Don't mind her, she gets like that sometimes...quick! Leave while she's still distracted!"

Dream Journal. Try it. ;)

Edit: though I see you already have. So why the song post?

I dunno. I posted before about weird songs in my subconscious. Maybe I should have just tacked it onto the other post. Hmm...
O.o I didn't dream journal that and entirely forget did I?
(If I weren't on my phone I'd look.)

No, I meant to get a dream journal, but that you already had; not that you had already posted that dream.