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Perhaps it's anxiety.
Mar. 6th, 2010 11:32 amWhen I woke up about an hour ago, it was from a bad dream. A stupid-bad dream, but a bad dream nonetheless.
ichiP! was performing at NYAF again, only for some reason, I wasn't included in the first part of it (that was planned; I wasn't supposed to be there). I remember the girls were doing Hare Hare Yukai, and I was somewhere offstage, fussing with light switches that would put a spotlight on each of the girls when they soloed. There was some other stuff, too, but mostly, the girls were doing their own thing.
And while they were off being awesome, I picked up my bag. Shortly after their performance, all four of us had a performance, and we were meant to change clothes, too, like we did last year. That's when I realized that I forgot the business cards. I kicked myself about it -- and was really upset, actually, because the cards are VERY important! -- but someone who was with me (a dream-person, I think) assured me that it was going to be okay. So then I open my bag to look at my changes of clothes, and only random bits and pieces were there. Like, my shorts were there, but the rest of my uniform wasn't. I had my practice shirts, but no practice pants. I had my jeans, but no ! shirt. Begin FREAKING OUT because it's not like me to be so grossly underprepared, not for something like this.
They got off the stage, and I said hi to Erica (hugged her) and Laura (Michele was not around, I don't know where she went), but I said I would catch up with them later, while I still rifled through my bad, hoping that my stuff would magically appear somehow. ... I think it's because I'm subconsciously guilty.
And then some more stuff happened and I woke up, but...
ichiP! was performing at NYAF again, only for some reason, I wasn't included in the first part of it (that was planned; I wasn't supposed to be there). I remember the girls were doing Hare Hare Yukai, and I was somewhere offstage, fussing with light switches that would put a spotlight on each of the girls when they soloed. There was some other stuff, too, but mostly, the girls were doing their own thing.
And while they were off being awesome, I picked up my bag. Shortly after their performance, all four of us had a performance, and we were meant to change clothes, too, like we did last year. That's when I realized that I forgot the business cards. I kicked myself about it -- and was really upset, actually, because the cards are VERY important! -- but someone who was with me (a dream-person, I think) assured me that it was going to be okay. So then I open my bag to look at my changes of clothes, and only random bits and pieces were there. Like, my shorts were there, but the rest of my uniform wasn't. I had my practice shirts, but no practice pants. I had my jeans, but no ! shirt. Begin FREAKING OUT because it's not like me to be so grossly underprepared, not for something like this.
They got off the stage, and I said hi to Erica (hugged her) and Laura (Michele was not around, I don't know where she went), but I said I would catch up with them later, while I still rifled through my bad, hoping that my stuff would magically appear somehow. ... I think it's because I'm subconsciously guilty.
And then some more stuff happened and I woke up, but...
