"It's..."
"That's entirely orthogonal from my axis of concern, though?
"The feeling of apparent unreality is...
"Not directly Bar's fault?
"It's...more fundamental than that.
"That shit like walking into an interdimensional bar just...doesn't happen to Earthlings except in stories.
"And a lot of those stories are...poorly written, on top of it all.
"So I just...I'm worrying, now, that my story is shit or my GM will rockfall me, especially because I'm clearly playing somewhat to a specific frequently-despised sort of archetype. And then there's the internal experience of believing I have, on my own behalf, enough metacognition to think about my character details, except - am I actually my own author, or simply a puppet on the other side of a page? You have surely observed that there's only so smart that even arbitrarily smart things actually act, when there's any chance they might have to explain what they did, no matter their INT; that happens for a reason, and it's because the people playing them are, in fact, just ordinary people!
"Gods, I don't know." She slumps into her homegrown existential crisis, dejectedly.
"It's cool and all but I'm also terrified that I won't be entertaining."