I had a horrible dream last night. I was in a beauty pageant and during intermission, I discovered I forgot the music for my talent performance, which was a Filipino dance. I told the organizers, who granted me ten minutes to get it from my hotel room. I supposedly went to the hotel room, but when I returned to the auditorium, I still did not have my music. So I told my mom to just improvise by beating this drum, and adding flourishes where she felt like it. And since I hadn’t even practised the dance, I was thinking of the choreography just as Mom began the “music.”
I wish I could say this dream could be a basis for a three-book deal. Unfortunately, it’s just a Freudian indication of my very scatterbrained state lately!
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