I was at an airport cafe and I was the only customer there. I kept politely trying to start the conversation and order a chicken sandwich from the cashier behind the counter, but they ignored me and spoke in another language to each other. Then, more customers lined up behind me and they took their orders before mine. I felt really frustrated and tried to point out that I was here first, but they kept on ignoring me. I got angry and yelled at the cashier. “I want a f–n’ chicken sandwich now!” I explained to the female cashier that I was here first before all of these people she already served. And asked why did she serve them before me. She told me excuse me sir, watch your language. She said she served other people before me because they just came off of a long flight. I pretended that I did too.
Because of my attitude, she sympathized with me and said “Oh, you must be from New York.” as she finally made my chicken sandwich. I was still upset yet relieved. The dream ended. I felt basically that this dream was about feeling ignored in the shuffle of this overcrowded modern life, where we are too competitive, and literally “starving for attention,”like we all are sometimes on these blogs. I hate yelling and swearing but sometimes you have to yell and swear to get the “chicken sandwich” or whatever else you need in life. Sometimes, the yelling gets you in trouble. Best to decide if it’s worth it first.