I recently had a dream that I remembered, mostly because it was right before I woke up, and also because it seemed like a clear message telling me to get my arse in gear.
In the dream, I was performing in a stage show and had invited
a woman I knew in Tennessee to attend but I don’t think we were
in Tennessee. I couldn’t find her in the crowded auditorium to play hostess and
thank her for coming, show her to her seat, etc. Then, suddenly I was sitting at a dining table with a belly dancer/DJ I knew in Tennessee and we were chatting and I got food on my all
white street clothes.
Once awake and caffeinated, I took the hint. I finished
sewing my costume for the February show. It still needs accessories, but the basic
garment is completed. I listened to the music for the dance, running the steps
in my head. I danced to the video we did last night when my duet partner and I
finished the choreography, except it was hard to see on my phone screen and I haven’t
yet figured out how to see it on my laptop. I do not need to be panicking about
being prepared. I will be prepared.

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