Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Anxiety Dream #1011

So last night I dreamed I was sitting in Sacrament meeting, listening to one of my kids (it wasn't clear which one) (also, he was young again) give a talk I'd written out for him. Halfway through the talk, my kid says from the pulpit, "Mom, I can't read your handwriting any more."

At that point I stand up and explain to the congregation what I'd written--something about how I'd been a cheerleader once, because don't you know that's relevant spiritual information. And then, since I had the floor, I decided to tell a little joke.

Only no one laughed.

And even though I have been awake for nearly two hours now, I am still mortified for having bombed at church.

8 comments:

Vivian evans said...

As Connie would say "See you in church"!

radagast said...

So THAT'S why you never bomb in the real world. You run the beta version in your dream world!

Louise Plummer said...

Everyone was very uncomfortable. It wasn't the joke; it was when you began singing.

James said...

You may have bombed in Church, but you scored here. Its good we aren't judged by all of our dreams. A bad joke here, a crime there, a few assinations along the way, and soon the whole world is going to Hell in a handbasket.

LucindaF said...

I have an interpretation for that dream. I'll have to email it to you.

I despise stress dreams. Especially when the anxiety lingers throughout the day.

p.s. I would have laughed at your joke.

Emily said...

Is Louise suggesting that perhaps this wasn't a dream?

Now that would be alarming.

Chunks said...

To this day, I still remember being in front of the congregation and reading "When I was a teenage girl trying out for the cheer squad..." in sacrament when I was like 6 or 7. I thought it was a little funny at first, but I pushed through it until you came up and interrupted my freaking awesome talk.

Donna said...

the real problem is anxiety...horrible thing. And our sweet brains have no real idea of how to deal with what we dish up for it sometimes. So, voila, we get all kinds of crazy things. your brain is screaming for help! So treat it to some Dr. Pepper and a few cookies.
Maybe some guacamole...a pie? You decide...
And in the best Ann fashion....Your welcome!!