Dreaming in bow strokes

I keep having this recurring dream where I'm mid-crossing on a Bach partita but the bow won't quite reach the string—like there's a hand's breadth of air between horsehair and gut, and I can't close it. Woke up this morning with a fresh rehair finally on the bow, and the relief was real, but the dream still lingers. Maybe letting go is a process, not a single moment. Or maybe my unconscious is just a perfectionist with a dark sense of humor.