What Does It Mean?

I'm not a weirdo.  I do agree with the theory that dreams often indicate emotions we're experiencing subconciously.  When I have dreams that I need to run but my legs won't work, or that I need to hit something but my fist won't impact, experience has shown me that at these moments I don't feel like I'm having the influence I should.  Oddly, when I have dreams about teeth I typically have an embarrassing secret that cannot get out.  For some reason, I haven't been able to interpret my dreams about muppet play-dough stick feet.  Let's explore, shall we?

First, it's important to note that my muppet play-dough stick foot dream was the first dream that I remembered in at least six months. Second, it's imperative to understand that the memory of the dream was triggered by some random event at work, which resulted in me doubled over at my desk, laughing uncontrollably at it's absurdity.  Having thus dispensed with the preliminaries, let's dive deep in to my subconscious.  Evidently, it's a really weird place.

My entire family— wife, kids, siblings, their kids and spouses, and my parents— were catching a flight from what appeared to be a combination of the Great Falls International Airport in Montana and the Idaho Falls airport.  I was the last to board.  The take-off was smooth.  We were in the air for mere minutes when we landed again, being forced to return to the terminal for an unexplained emergency.  I was escorted off the plane, where I met my wife— she had previously been seated in a window seat on the plane.  After what seemed like interminable hours, I was told I couldn't fly because I had swollen feet.  In that moment it became very clear why the TSA makes passengers take off their shoes at the security check points.

My wife is a nurse.  She knows first aid for swollen feet.  I took off my shoes and showed her.  They were gnarly— fat, twisted, weirdly bent.  And also,  muppet-blue.  Obviously, the treatment for swollen, gnarly, muppet-blue feet is to rubbed them vigorously.  As I began to apply the prescribed treatment to my misshapen feet, I realized that they were quite malleable.  Like, actually made out of play-dough. And formed around sticks.  Muppet play-dough stick feet.  Homeland Security doesn't let those people fly.

I don't recall if I was ever allowed to board the plain again.  I do know that from now on I'll always be nervous when taking off my shoes in an airport.  Anyone with the gift care to take a stab?  What does it mean?