I remember very little about this dream but here is what I do remember. I was in the old store of where I work. My coworker, B.O. and I were closing. The store was somewhat empty (our new store opened September of 2017 so I think this was right before we moved). I had called in my manager K.E. to come in because I had to perform in a play. Naturally, I was running late for this play. The production was set in the 1920s and I was playing the lead as a rich woman named "Kitchen Lemon." It was pouring the rain and I had to be at the Paramount (our local theater) soon. Thankfully, the Paramount was conveniently located right outside my parents' house. Michelle was already there with our other cast-mates. For some reason, I told my mom and dad that I was going to walk there. I ran through all of this muddy, watery grass outside their house (this place floods sometime in real-life). This big, rusty red truck came down our driveway and was doing donuts near me. I had my costume in my arms which was a red and white polka-dot dress that resembled Minnie Mouse's but was a halter style dress with a sweetheart neckline. I was worried that the truck would splatter mud all over my dress. I sprinted to the Paramount and ran into the bathroom to change. PS, IF, and JV (guys from my high school) walked into the girls' bathroom by accident. JV refused to leave after I told him I had to change dresses - I still have no idea why I didn't just go into the stalls to change. I ended up having to change discretely as I can in front of him. I was embarrassed by the whole encounter. I forced him to turn around and kept my hand on his back to prevent him from turning back and seeing me. He admitted that he had a huge crush on me all of these years. We both leave the bathroom and I run up the stairs and sit in the balcony with my cast-mates. As I'm sitting, I google my lines. Not only have I lost my script, but I cannot remember any of my lines. I have to come to terms that I am essentially going to make up my lines and ruin the play. KB, a girl I know who used to do theater, asks me about school for some reason. I inform her that while I am not failing, I could be doing better. She asks me what the problem is. I explain that I know the material well and excel in all of my quizzes and homework but have difficulty with exams. I remind her that I am a pretty poor test taker (which is true). She gives me a pep talk and tells me not to worry and keep trying. Suddenly, we are all called to go backstage.
<I woke up before our play began, but I can only imagine the chaos from my improv. The last thing I remember is going backstage and googling my lines for my big soliloquy. Procrastination is one of my biggest flaws. I wonder if this dream was me subconsciously reminding myself to get all of my assignments and studying done ASAP>
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