I'm almost *more* irritated that I know where all the pieces of my dream came from than that I had it: feeling emotionally unsafe at work, fears about being able to support a mythical future family emotionally, and the evolving realization that the places/things I used to draw on for (ultimately unhealthy) comfort aren't going to work out for me anymore.

Damn it! Why can't I live in blissful ignorance of the inner workings of my mind?

I just need time. And possibly some reassurance that cannibal/zombies are unlikely to desire the flesh of their parents and then that of my future partner and little babe. *headdesk*