Perhaps it's time to dig.
What else has been on my mind? Oh, an anti-climactic dream. Escaping a twisted maze of horrors, and then simply bursting out from the exit. I was expecting it to be a proper nightmare, and I would be trapped endlessly. Then it just lets me out. To go about my business.
You need to step up your game, subconscious.
Then again, it was recently the anniversary of my brother's death. It's not utterly crushing anymore. Perhaps the dream meant it's still there, but now I can go in and out as I choose.
That's a dumb meaning.