I’m by myself in an unfamiliar city, eating in a restaurant. A woman I don’t know decides she likes the look of what I’m having, grabs my plate and scrapes half of its contents onto her own. She doesn’t understand why I get upset. Neither does the restaurant staff. I throw my plate to the floor, stalk out of the restaurant into the city, and promptly find myself lost.
Key nightmare concepts: my own sense of entitlement, others’ sense of entitlement, communication failure, squalls of rage, abandoning something small and ending up with a greater loss.