I've had the same dream for 20 years: running timed suicides on a basketball court and I cannot get my legs really going. (Think running in mud.)
I finally understand. I sometimes behave as though I have no choice when, in fact, I always do. I keep running even though I'll never beat that clock in my dream. I say yes to things that do not belong to me. I act as though things are done to me even though I've actually given my consent by playing along.
Here's my takeaway: Own what it is yours... and it's yours if you take it.