Last night I was the emcee for a party we had with our church. Hundreds of people were there, but they were incredibly bored with our entertainment and so I felt that it was my responsibility to liven things up. So I sang "Music of the Night" from Phantom of the Opera. It did not help, as I am not a singer and that is a terrible song for the kind of party we were trying to have. (Incidentally it is also a poor choice for someone to perform at a wedding reception. I think my friend Ganelle might know something about that.) So then everybody started to "Boo" me off the stage! However, I was undeterred in my quest to get this party going and I was sure that my breakdancing moves would do the trick. Except that I don't breakdance, and so that didn't go very well either. I hung my head in defeat, and feeling ridiculous and embarrassed I started to walk away. Then a wonderful thing happened!
I woke up.
Wow. What a relief. Where's Freud when you need him?