What dreams may come

I had severed ties with my therapist after he mishandled my trauma during my M&Ms phobia sessions. So, I am asking you, dear readers, to put on your Freudian hat and help me interpret my recent dreams.
It starts with me walking on a street. I don’t exactly know where the place is but the houses in that small neighborhood are usually made of concrete and have semi-private porches in front.
After walking a few blocks, I would stumble into an old crooked house that has black paint all over it. I would get inside the house without hesitation. Once inside, I would find that the house is empty. I would then walk to the backyard only to find an Olympic size swimming pool. However, this is not an ordinary pool because it is not filled with water, but instead is filled with French Fries.
Yes. French Fries. The most notorious fast food menu item and also the top contributor to this nation’s increasing obesity problem. In my dreams, I would jump into the pool without even removing my clothes. I would then swim in that pool using different strokes: freestyle, breaststroke, butterfly and backstroke.
Ahh. I even remember that I was swimming in slow motion, similar to a brief snippet from an Olympic T.V. special that highlights dramatic effects of that episode.
And I have no idea what this means. I don’t eat a lot of French Fries, and I don’t crave for it either.