I gather a feeling of anxiety from this, like having an incurable scratchy throat, or a fruitless effort to find an object amidst an entanglement of other objects that look exactly like it, with rising frustration. This feels like one of those dreams you would have where a beam of light becomes pointed and appears sharp and lethal, and just the image of it feels like it's stabbing your consciousness, and it just makes you squirm.
In short, I love this. I love the materials, and I love the detached, wry feel of it.
Add to that dream the helpless feeling of unyielding weakness. You know, when you can't run but you *need* to. Thanks so much for your comment. I love hearing other people's perspectives/interpretations.