dream communication 03

I was on stage again.

(Why is it always a stage in these dreams...my whole life...how pathetically Shakespearean my subconscious is...)

So I'm on stage. Again. I have a headset. I'm the star and I'm the director and I'm the stage manager and I'm trying to take care of a group of my friends and make sure they find their VIP seats and enjoy the show.

The headset is not working. No one can hear me.

Now I'm wearing some crazy purple dress.

I'm screaming into the headset, I'm cursing at the assistants.

The headset is working. Everyone heard that.

I'm looking for you in the audience, but I can't find you...

Now I'm wearing my clothing but someone is trying to put an 80's blonde glam-rock wig on me.

My friends are pissed off.

You never showed up...


Then I realize this IS the show.

And the show is my reality.


Time to wake up.

Time to go to work.