It gets muddy after that, but I know that it descended into a bunch of nightmare anxiety crap about being rejected.
I woke up kinda pissed off. I've made some pretty significant strides since the days of yore (something like 20 years ago), and my portrayal in the dream was pretty ridiculous. I was an insensitive lout, and I am not that now.
So why is my brain messing with my head?
I suspect I know why, and it has to do with my becoming a real boy that I've talked about earlier. I'm genuinely adventuring into risk territory; not without caution, but adventuring nonetheless. Some animal part of my brain is screaming in fear.
I suppose it is the season for fear, but this is not why I'm here.