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led astray

January 2013

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Had bad dreams last night. People were angry at me and throwing food at me. When I went home to clean up, I discovered that the food they had been throwing at me was mine and there was nothing left to eat in the house. I think it was an anxiety dream about the dance lesson last night. We were coreographing the entrance dance in the court of Louis 14th, and I kept messing up, getting the timing wrong, forgetting the steps, and generally messing everyone up and making us do it over and over. I don't think I was the only one messing up. I know this intellectually because no one else had done it before either and the director was making some of it up as we went along. But my feelings told me it was all my fault and that everyone was getting angry at me (they wern't). So because I was forcing myself to stay calm while I was actually there, my brain decided to let me have it while I slept. Isn't that fun? This semester is going to run me ragged. I was considering dropping a class, but I don't know which one. I really want to take all of them, and some cover prerequisites. I was so exhausted by the time I got home last night I barely had the energy to eat. And I like to have more time with my hunnie than that. I enjoy the theater work, and it is a lot of work, but I don't want it to eat my soul. But if something has to chain me to a paycheck, I would rather it be this than a desk. But that assumes I can get a paycheck doing this.


Dreams are weird, dood. I've had my share of bizarre ones lately too..

Good luck on classes and all that good stuff, babe! I hope the production goes well too! Too bad we won't be able to see ya in it.. :(

It's a long way off, but you and Eric have to come down for our housewarming party when we get around to that (we're thinking perhaps May, or maybe late April..) Wish you didn't live so far away.. 'cause we enjoy your company and stuff. :)

Best of luck on everything and lots of *hugs*!
Thanks. The dreams have been bad and anxious lately. I may have bitten off more than I can chew, but I'll tear it into little bites and cram it all in my gut. Er, or something.