Being ok

I had a dream two nights ago -- after a lengthy and deep conversation with my cousin, Adam -- that he was a camp counselor of sorts and I was a camper. One of the activities we did was go through a maze which resembled one of those topiary mazes. He was on the sidelines all along coaching the other campers and me as we made our way. Only, at the end of the labyrinth there stood a locked, wooden gate that looked a bit like an inverted staircase. When we arrived at the end of the maze it was revealed/realized that the true challenge wasn't getting through the labyrinth, but becoming 'ok' with the fact that at the end there would be no way out.