My worst nightmare… November 4, 2009
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Drove 2 1/2 hours from California to Chicago to take part in a reading series and arrived to find that I didn’t bring anything to read from. I scrambled to make copies of things to read from an Art Nouveau calendar, and attempted to retype poems using a borrowed machine by reading the text off my phone. Finally got up to read in the cavernous split-level venue but no one was paying any attention. So I yelled at the audience and said I wouldn’t read anymore until they all settled down. Everybody left and it was just me and the event organizer, who was angry with me for ruining the event.
Maybe this isn’t quite my *worst* nightmare (nuclear holocaust, anyone?) but it did leave me rattled.
Dreams are so weird.
It’s just that stupid inner critic trying to rattle your cage. Remember how many awesome things you’ve accomplished.
It could have been worse. At least you remembered to wear clothes when you made that 2 1/2 hour drive from California to Chicago.
Dreams are fascinating. Even a stranger like me can recognize why you might have such a dream, but even you probably don’t know why some of the particulars were in that dream, or why you had that dream at that particular time. It just shows that the brain is something that we can’t comprehend.
For a 2nd I didn’t realize this was a dream and I about had a heart attack on your behalf!
Whew. What was it with nightmares recently? I finally gave in to some unisom :)