I had a nightmare last night.
I dreamed that my old piano teacher signed me up to play in the Gina Bachauer competition. So there I sat in the audience, waiting for my turn, wondering if I'd practiced enough (the answer was "no") and also why I was wearing grey anklets with my party shoes. I also wondered if I'd shaved my legs (another "no").
Suddenly the woman sitting next to me started mocking the contestants and also suddenly I started wondering if she would mock me, too (the answer was "yes") because I was going to perform "The Spinning Wheel," which I hadn't practiced. And then I realized I didn't even have my music with me. And that I needed to run home in my grey anklets and my party shoes to find my music in my impossibly messy house.
I was SOOOOOOOO relieved to wake up this morning.
But I do wonder what I'm SOOOOOOO anxious about?