I am standing in line in the large lobby of a church. Actually, there are several lines because the lobby is wide and there are numerous doors ahead of us by which we may enter what I assume to be the main part of the church. Looking around as I wait, I notice there are several people here that I know. I also notice a sandwich board in the middle of the lobby which has scrawled upon it “The Ono Problem” against a background which looks like the Japanese flag except that it is a red circle against a blue background. I wonder if someone is going to talk to us about how she broke up the Beatles or perhaps about her political activism or possibly about her own art and music. And, though I am curious where this is leading, I wonder why I was enticed to come here. After some time goes by, the doors all open. Instead of leading further into the building, however, they merely reveal a concession stand at which people are busy preparing food. Hot dogs seem to be the winning choice. Soon, we are all still standing in line but enjoying some snacks while we do so. Having finished the main portion of my meal (which is somehow gone before I even notice what it was), I find myself nibbling on some sort of soft yellow substance whose taste can only be described as bland (though I continue taking small bites of it because I enjoy its texture). As I begin to feel sick to my stomach, I look around and notice that quite a few people here in the lobby have also received this yellow stuff with their meal. Nobody else seems to be eating theirs though. I see people using it as a wrapping for their leftovers and those who appear to have eaten their entire meal are using it as a blanket. Indeed, many people at this point are sitting or lying down trying to get comfortable as though we have a lengthy wait still ahead of us. However, having just eaten the bulk of a rather large blanket, I do not think that I am going to be able to stay here any longer.