dance night

There was a big theater . I was back stage preparing and trying to talk myself into a calm state of mind. I was in a pale peach chiffon dress. In the large practice studio I tried to run through the piece. I was going to be in Fragile, a piece I used to perform with Traci Hall & Co., but I couldn't remember the choreography. I sat in the opening pose, repeating the first few notes of the song in my head over and over, but nothing came to me. It was going to be a disaster.

This is a recurring theme in some of my anxiety dreams. I'm about to go on, I have the costume on and everything, and then I realize that I'm completely unprepared.