Galloping Blindly, Bridle Disappointingly Descriptive

so, in the dream i am galloping blindly through a warehouse
i seem to SEE stacked with electrical gadgets
though i can't really see them, and i have been here before
without having retained any memory of a floor plan,
which is a painfully recurring analogy to much of my life,
so obvious, even within the dream, that i dig my nails into the horse,
the poor, panicked horse, with me as a rider, the un-horsey girl.
This dream is preferable to the one with the warehouse of restrooms
all with doors missing or doors too low to shelter,
another floor plan i remember without ability to navigate,
and waves of embarrassment so repetitive as to resemble the irritation
of the radio playing the same 130 songs in rotation, in every store or office or constructed
space
you
must
enter.
You must listen because you must be there.
These dreams must frustrate and torment because it is needed.
I try to tell the store/office/anyplace workers that their soundtrack is like a mental rack.
I try to tell my dream to get out of the warehouse,
to argue with the pissers and shitters that they could leave this labyrinth,
to loosen the halter and traces for the racing creature so it will slow down,
learn to walk, even to talk and read,
even to discuss what this whole horse and rider schtick is about,
that it could be fun to think about symbols
to consider every word that brushed up against its thick and sweating coat,
like, "Hold, hold steady," and "here's your oats"
and maybe the horse would adopt language, my language,
and say that "bridle" is disappointingly descriptive.