What Dreams May Come

Last night I had a dream. It was opening night back at Verot, and we were performing "Hamlet." The stage was set, the players were ready. And I did not know my lines. At all. I was still on book, and whenever I tried to remember a line, it would seem to fall right out of my brain. I talked to Ms. Day about it, and she seemed, not mad, but disappointed. There was no one else to cover for me, no one else knew I didn't know my lines, and when the curtain went up, everyone would speak Shakespearean to me, and I would stare out blankly. I brought the book out, and everyone stared at me, wondering why this asshat was reading his lines instead of just acting.

And then I woke up.

It was such a relief to awaken to reality. I swear that as I get older, the more realistic my dreams get. This one I know had to do with the amount of work I had to do, however. I've got two weeks left of class, one week of finals, and only three classes to have big work left to do in. However, the amount of work is A LOT. So, while my brain thinks, "bah, you've got time. It's not bad," I'll give a hard look at what to do and just think "HOLY SHIT WORK NOW!" In fact, I'm avoiding work right now.

I want it to be May first. I want it right now.

And the song has nothing to do with anything. I just felt like posting it.