The dream's significance is quite clear to me. The steak is NOT symbolic, but is in fact THE object of your subconscious affections. Freud believed dreams were a window into an individual's hidden desires... and Vito you secretly desire a nice juicy porterhouse steak. But you're not craving just any steak, but a steak prepared in a culinary wonderland more fantastic than any children's fairytale... Aunt Rosina's Kitchen. This is both healthy and normal... in fact it is every Barese man's fantasy to feast at your grandmother's house. Notice that the beautiful young girl was lying in bed, and instead of climbing in you chose to return to the kitchen to cook the steaks. The primordial urges of your id favor focaccia over la bella faccia.... and for this we couldn't be prouder. I have a recurring dream where I'm lying in bed and feel a bit chilly so pull the covers over me... when I suddenly realize its actually a layer of lasagna and that I'm laying in a tray the size of my queen size bed. I keep thinking to myself "am I the meat or the cheese in here?" And then I start to think "either way if I start eating my way out would that be considered cannabilism?" Usually, I wake up as I feel my toes hanging along the edges of the tray start to turn a crispy brown because if it's an able chef at the helm I'll be coming out of the oven pretty soon. Hey V, you think theres a group discount if we enroll into therapy together?