Bad Dreams

I have a lot of bad dreams. Some of them are very scary and very detailed. Sometimes they involve me saving people, or really bad guys, or forces of evil and what have you... Sometimes my dreams are neutral, but I rarely have very happy dreams. I guess you could say that's a good thing, since maybe my life is wonderful when I'm awake that my brain needs to balance it out at night? haha

Anyway.

Last night was so real, it was worse than the acid-spitting dinosaur invasion of 2005.
(Oh yes, I remember that one vividly...)

I'm helping Linda Wakefield (That would be the co-director of the BYU Ballroom Dance Company) with tour team applications. I'm pretty sure an applicant helping with admissions is unethical in several ways, but hey. It's a dream.

We go through all the sheets and she gets to mine and says "oh you marked that you wanted to be on tour team? I hadn't realized that..."
Ouch

(At this point in the dream, I realize that they have already pretty much made up their list and are just finalizing details.)

I begin to panic and say
"Oh no, I very much want to be considered for tour team. I assure you I marked "please consider me for tour team" on my form." (Hoping it's not entirely shot yet)

And then she makes a little note on the paper and says

"Yeah well you were just barely off of beginning team anyway so it's not that big a deal that we didn't notice your application" and laughs

OUCH.

I guess I really am doomed.

I already didn't have hope in real life, that was just UNCALLED for, Mr. dream maker!