I dunno, I sometimes think too much information's not good for therapists. Besides, that sort of dream always turns out to be trauma from childhood bullying, or an irrational fear of raspberries, or something. Dream logic is never straightforward.

When I was a child I once woke up screaming because I dreamed that my teddy bear on the pillow next to me was a giant, bloated, blue-green toad. I think last night's man-with-console was the dream-version of the heater next to my bed. Any object can and will be transformed.