chicken movies

I dreamt that I was in a grocery store... well first a little market and then it seemed to get larger. I worked there. The people seemed to be pleasant enough. I wasn't sure what my title was, I'm not sure it mattered. I guess it was my lunch time and I sat near the deli, but we sat at a large garbage bin with the lid being our table. I sat with two other new employees. A somewhat chubby guy that seemed really nice and pleasant and a petite woman with black hair and sharply cut bangs. My food items kept falling off the paper and onto the garbage lid. I had to keep through things away. It seems the woman was making this happen.

Then I was in another room. A more appropriate lunch room with my friends SK and CK. We were all eating chicken but all cooked differently. One said... I'm eating "movie title" chicken... , another .. "well I'm eating "movie title" chicken... They said what kind of chicken is yours? It doesn't come from a movie.   I said, "Oh, mine is from Close Encounters of the Third Kind... it was before product placement." (which isn't true... but funny) I felt a bit not part of the social norm with my chicken, but I liked it. It felt free and I didn't have to fit in so much.