I have been having a recurring dream lately. Or ongoing, for it is a little different each night. I've been chosen to do the opening of Saturday Night Live. I am at rehearsal, but am given no script. There is nothing on the teleprompter. I am on stage with nothing. The band seems disgusted that I have been chosen and openly show disdain. "I can do this," I tell myself, and I think about making up my own script. But I am confused. Why have they chosen me? What am I supposed to represent? I ask the cellist only to play his part to the opening song. He does a bad job and quits part way through. No one is helping.
I know what all you little Freuds are thinking. But at least in this dream I am dressed.
Live from New York, it's Saturday Night!!!
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ReplyDeleteIt is very good and Woody Allen-esque -- the celloist being disgusted and all -- the setting NYC.
ReplyDeleteI dreamed something similar the other night actually -- seriously.
As part of my job, I do presentations over WebEx -- teleconferencing. I had several stacked up this week -- I had a dream during the week that I forgot them, that I couldn't get on the call -- that I was on the call but the customers could not hear me -- it was all very very stressful but not nearly as artistic as yours. No orchestra and I was simply at home.
I don't know what Freud would say, I just chalk it up to being fucked up.
:P
Hey. Dorks rule.
oh, if you were dressed then my analysis is shot to hell...never mind then! :)
ReplyDeleteI know it is supposed to mean that I feel vulnerable and exposed, and I know that that is true, too. I am embroiled in a power struggle at work that I probably will lose which will mean many bad things for me.
ReplyDeleteBut yes, the cellist was a weird thing.
I can't understand, though, why I didn't suddenly discover that I was standing in my underwear.
could you lost your job? guess what -- you'd find another.
ReplyDeletereally bad things -- nah.
really bad things are really bad things. and mostly they don't have anything to do with power struggles at work -- those things just suck and are annoying and draining
but not many bad things. nopey.