Chicken Banditos

So I'm working at a Chipotle/Starbucks.  Weird, right?

In my dream, the girl I'm working with (who looks nothing like any of the girls I actually work with) deserted me and went on her break and never came back. A lady and her kid come in, and she asks for the "chicken burrito that goes with the beef one".  Apparently there is a meal of 3 wraps- one beef, one chicken, and one that I didn't know.

For some reason, I knew what she was talking about.  "Oh," I said, "You want the bandito?"  She leaned forward and whispered to me,

"Actually.... It's banditos".  For some reason, in my dream, this baffled me.


Then I tried to figure out how to make this mysterious banditos.  I figured it wouldn't be THAT hard- right?  I turned the oven on, or tried to, while my boyfriend sat at a chair in the corner, asking, "DID YOU TURN THE OVEN ON? IT'S HOT IN HERE." Over. And Over. And Over.