I remember another dream. Well, some of it. I was in a social situation, and for some bizarre reason became fixated upon my top, which was black—I wanted to change it to a red one which I happened to have handy, but under the circumstances it was kinda difficult.
Like the last dream, it was nothing scary or disturbing (I have been known to have those kinds of dreams), but rather just annoying. Although I think this one was about social discomfort, which I’ve suffered to some extent all my life. It’s a weird symbol for it, but it sort of makes sense. I guess it’s an issue that’s on my mind.
Maybe I should stop analysing.