Nightmares
I had a dream last night that James had to cater a wedding, and for some reason he stayed overnight for it, and he invited me. Most of my dream was just people dancing. But then towards the end, James and I checked out of the hotel, and as we drove away from the hotel we realized we didn't have Slinky and Sonny. We finally asked the front desk agent, and they said that they assumed that the lizards were strays and released them. We searched all over town for them and finally found them.
I woke up with that still fresh in my mind. I lay awake in bed wanting to yell at the front desk agent for releasing our lizards. All sorts of arguments came to mind and I had to keep reminding myself that the front desk agent was imaginary and that Sonny and Slinky are fine.
My dance final was today. I could have done better. Everyone says that I did fine, but I was awful. I'd been hoping to get into a Zone and just do it, but I was panicking.
I had taken off my glasses so I could throw my head around without having to worry about keeping my glasses on my face. This is how I realized how dependent I was on vision when I'm dancing. I had been fine on Wednesday, when we had been practicing as a group. I had taken my glasses off then, too, and tried to focus on knowing the steps myself without cheating and looking at other people. Except even then, I was unconsciously depending on other people to let me know when to move, even though they didn't need to tell me how to move.
I had just simply been listening to the music. But suddenly I had no vision and I couldn't really hear either, because I was so close to the drums that it all sounded like LOUD MUSIC and not different rhythms at all. I couldn't hear the professor counting down to let me know when I could start. She finally started gesturing with her hands. The first time, she held her hand away from her body, so I could go by the general shape of her arm twitching as she flexed her fingers. But the other two times, her hand was close to her body, so I had to simply guess.
I did kick as at M'Buta Zao though. *preens*
I woke up with that still fresh in my mind. I lay awake in bed wanting to yell at the front desk agent for releasing our lizards. All sorts of arguments came to mind and I had to keep reminding myself that the front desk agent was imaginary and that Sonny and Slinky are fine.
My dance final was today. I could have done better. Everyone says that I did fine, but I was awful. I'd been hoping to get into a Zone and just do it, but I was panicking.
I had taken off my glasses so I could throw my head around without having to worry about keeping my glasses on my face. This is how I realized how dependent I was on vision when I'm dancing. I had been fine on Wednesday, when we had been practicing as a group. I had taken my glasses off then, too, and tried to focus on knowing the steps myself without cheating and looking at other people. Except even then, I was unconsciously depending on other people to let me know when to move, even though they didn't need to tell me how to move.
I had just simply been listening to the music. But suddenly I had no vision and I couldn't really hear either, because I was so close to the drums that it all sounded like LOUD MUSIC and not different rhythms at all. I couldn't hear the professor counting down to let me know when I could start. She finally started gesturing with her hands. The first time, she held her hand away from her body, so I could go by the general shape of her arm twitching as she flexed her fingers. But the other two times, her hand was close to her body, so I had to simply guess.
I did kick as at M'Buta Zao though. *preens*