Last night, I dreamt I was in a college play. I had a tiny, bit part as a harried mother. I arrived at school and realized that it was the first performance of the play. I remembered the gist of my small bit, but I couldn’t remember my lines. No one had told me when practice was, so I just was performing without any rehearsals. I couldn’t find a copy of the play so that I could even just look at my lines before I went on stage.

I performed WONDERFULLY. Despite not getting one line correct, I got across the exact idea that I was supposed to and the person playing opposite me did a great job ad-libbing. The audience thought I was great and wanted to see more of me.

I still felt like a failure…