Woodskating aside, everything in that dream has actually happened to me on numerous occasions in real life.
I hate dancing. Or is that the right word? It might be more accurate to say that I have no interest in dancing. I don't understand it, I can't do it, I don't care that I can't do it, and I don't want to learn how to do it. I'm happy to watch other people doing it, but I won't be joining in. And this is something that seems to affront people. It's like I'm personally insulting them. The last time I danced was at a friend's wedding, after an entire room of people - friends and strangers, one of the latter group an announcer with a microphone - shamed me in unison. I was drunk, I eventually went along with it after holding out for as long as I could, but it tarnished the evening for me because I was publicly embarrassed into doing it.
The range of reactions to my reticence to dance has been wide - from concern ("Are you feeling ok?") through bewilderment ("What, do you hate music or something?") and pity ("It makes me sad that you're missing out.") to growing anger accompanied by a vicelike gripping of my wrist ("You will dance with my daughter and you will do it right now because that is the tradition and I won't have you humiliate her.").
I don't think I've ever been peer-pressured into doing something against my will in my adult life. Except dancing. But there seems to be a social convention, and that convention is: dancing is fun, everyone dances, come on, dance. So if I feel pressured, I'll generally make my excuses and leave the room. That's how uncomfortable it makes me. Being made to feel that way is what I hate about dancing.
And now, horror of horrors, my brain has - out of nowhere - created a whole anxiety dream out of this feeling, a nightmare which has lingered and is being replayed in my head long after I woke up. I thought I'd write about it here as a form of exorcism. I'm sure it's of little interest to anyone else, like so much on this blog.
So, with apologies:
I feel fine.
I like all kinds of music.
I don't think I'm missing out on anything. Don't feel bad for me - just go and dance.
I'm sorry, but your daughter is just going to have to get over it.