The dream opens in progress...
Previously, had been something about a magician and his female apprentice in a fantasy setting. I believe we were looking for something in a palace.
The dream shifted, and the contents of the previous dreaming had become a story I had written. I was at an Established Author's house, in a room filled with Established Authors, and they were critiquing the hell out of my manuscript.
"Well, it's a good start," one said.
"I think you need to go back and Really Write this story," another one said.
In the back of my mind I was thinking, "Man, I'll need to critique what they've written, and I haven't read it yet."
In the front of my mind I was thinking, "Crap, they really hate this story."
At least I wasn't naked.
I woke up. It's not too hard to figure out that it was a writing anxiety dream about what I'm currently working on.