A very strange dream last night. Can’t make much sense of it, but here are the parts I remember:
My sister Christie and I were signed up for a ballet class and had to perform a dance routine with music for the class. The deadline was fast approaching and we had not prepared — at all. I started getting anxious but Christie didn’t seem concerned at all.
Here’s where things start not making sense. We walk into the ballet studio and suddenly my sister and I have mermaid tails and float in the air like we’re under water. My sister and I did the same mermaid-like spin move to music and the teacher gave us an A for the performance.
After us was the toddler portion of performances, so I was sitting down (didn’t have a tail anymore) watching the little kids dance around in the room that had filled with foam (the kind that they fill rooms with at parties), when a roommate knocked on the studio door and asked to borrow a t-shirt from me. I remembered that all my stuff was packed up because I was moving so I didn’t know where to find one, but I left with her to look.
Either I found it or a wandered off leaving her shirtless, because I’m not sure what happened with her after that. The next thing I remember is being on a bus, planning to go home from school. The bus driver was crazy-as in “Holy crap! Get out of the way! She’s going to kill someone!” crazy. She drove onto the lawn where all these people were standing waiting for the buses and did a 180 before parking. I was watching out the bus’s window thinking I was going to see some carnage, then being shocked that no one got ran over.
Then I remember that I carpooled to school, so I hopped off the crazy bus and went into the parking lot to find my ride. While walking through the lot two guys came out throwing two sticks back and forth. I watched them for a while, then a spokesperson came up and started promoting the stick throwing game to the crowd watching. The sticks had some sort of timer and would go off if one person held onto them for too long. I thought it was a gimmick so I rolled my eyes and left.
That’s all I can remember of the dream. I’ve had performance anxiety dreams before, but the rest of it is so off-the-wall I have no idea where it came from.
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