The dream may've come partly cuz I talked to LA for a good while yesterday, and (along with other stuff) got some of the old (balanced) flavor of the TF-to-be. And more of that wasn't-so-crazy not to anticipate crazy. But also some of the side dish of sad that comes with every entree off that menu, and that not-so-sweet dessert that's kind of like worry, but more a vague distressing pondering, with helplessness.
Not that helpfulness is called for in the least. But there ya go.