Need a dream interpreter here (take 2)

Last time I had a very strange dream, I posted here and got some really cool responses from Dopers about what my dream meant. I’m hoping that some of you might be able to help me out with my brain’s latest magnum opus.

Last night’s weirdness
In my dream last night, I went to a theater production and met up with some of the theater geeks from my college days. They told me I should really try out for a production they were putting on, which was a musical version of Star Wars. (Trust me, it gets weirder.)

I tried out for the play. My tryout consisted of my singing “Take Me out to the Ballgame” on my elementary school’s stage, which had somehow been magically transported to a building in Tribeca, accompanied by my college music theory professor on piano. After my tryout, my old professor told me that I had won the part of R2D2. (Yes, my brain is weird. How would R2D2 sing in a musical version of Star Wars?)

Anyway, back to the dream… I started calling all of my friends and relatives to tell them that I had won the part of R2D2 in the musical version of Star Wars and that they had better come to see me. One of my relatives asked me when the play was, so I called my professor to find out when the first performance was. When I called him, he was furious. He said that there had been a number of rehearsals that I didn’t show up for, and that he hoped that I learned my lines because the first performance was tomorrow. In my dream, I checked Microsoft Outlook and found out that I had a three-hour meeting the next day, so I told my professor that I couldn’t fulfill the duties of playing R2D2 in his play.

He was really upset. For the rest of the dream, I went about a normal day at work, save for the fact that I was feeling guilty the entire time about not being able to play R2D2. I called all my relatives and friends and told them “Never mind, I’m not going to be in the play because I have a meeting.” Everyone was really disappointed in me and I felt like crap.

All right, now none of this makes any sense whatsoever. I’m wondering what the heck this dream was trying to say to me. Any ideas?

It’s clear that the only prescription for your dream is more cowbell!

Hmm… I wonder what Freud would say R2D2 looks like…

Draw your own conclusions.

Perhaps you feel your job is stifling you and you’ll never be able to fulfill your creative potential.

Either that or you shouldn’t have eaten that last beef burrito.