Sushi alone...

I had a really weird dream last night. In it, I was still with Mike. We were almost like a broken up couple. He did his thing, I did mine. All I thought about inside was, why am i so alone. I was bored in my dream so I went to a sushi place by myself. They had a buffet lunch thing and I was getting food. Every time I put sushi on the plate, I drop them. I am clumsy, even in my own dream. I wonder what that means? I'm not alone anymore in reality. Maybe I'm still scare to be alone... maybe I'm still hurt by Mike's unintentional abandonment.