By the end of a dream, still continuing with a game that has long since gone to pieces. Nobody else is playing or interested but you carry on because you don’t know what else to do.
Early in a dream the events are focused and immedite. Later they are disparate and problem solving is weak, left helpless. The beginnings of dreams, as far back as can be remembered, are deep and weird.
During stressful and fearful stages I go blind. I still have to do what I have to do but I can’t see at all, or can’t see faces. This adds greatly to the anxiety, bumbling on.