You earnestly play through a stressful scenario in which you are required to keep certain sets of Folds in the Fabric of the Dress parallel to one another while breezes and gravity and unseen forces keep trying to rumple them this way and that. Over and over you are certain that you have failed this arbitrary and nonsensical test; over and over you repeat it from the beginning. Each time you realize that it makes no sense, you come closer to waking. Each time, your Mind continues to tell you it is important anyway and the trial begins again, this time with more oppressive requirements.

Worry