butterflies - some are frozen

There is a lady of some sort of butterfly-related expertise describing to a group of people, of which I am included in, how we can have flying butterflies for ourselves. She lists various possibilities of how to do this, the majority of options include using real live butterflies. For some reason, before I appear at this group, I've found a bag of frozen twig-like carcasses, from a nearby freezer. I feel confused about what they are and why they are the way they are. As I stand in the back of the group, listening to the butterfly-related expert list the various ways to have flying butterflies and demonstrating these to us, I feel anxious and disappointed, thinking, "All I have are these sad, dead, frozen twig-like bodies." I feel badly for having in possession something so morbid and creepy, until she lists as one of the last options, "and you may have frozen butterflies..." She takes out a bag of which contents look a lot like that of the bag I'm holding. She turns these frozen, incomplete butterfly body remnants into whole, live, flying butterflies. I am amazed and relieved that the butterflies can be transformed into something so beautiful, living and full.

my interpretation...I think this is about feeling confused about what to do with something unknown, seemingly useless and dead, and finding out in a learning situation that it can be transformed into something inspiring that everyone appreciates. I feel like this applies to my current school situation, where I have projects due and am feeling uninspired or uncertain of whether I'll make anything worthwhile from them...