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Thursday, August 07, 2003 @ 1:32 AM
Nightmare
Tonight I had a terrible, horrible nightmare, and now I can't get back to sleep. I dreamt that Krystal injured herself and couldn't be at rehearsal tonight, and didn't know how badly she had injured herself or how out-of-commission she would be for the next few days. So, being the only other person present who knew all of her lines, I had to take her place. I dreamed I had to go through all of it - kissing Steve, cuddling with Justin, showing my cast how bad of an actor I am and my under-arm hair... My cast just sat there, watching me. Asking themselves how I could consider myself qualified to lead them when I had no acting skills whatsoever. I dreamed that I took my anger and frustration and uncontrollable fear out on each of my actors, giving them just cause to resent me for the rest of my natural life. And then, Krystal called Steve and told him that she was fine, and would be at rehearsal tomorrow night.
Oh. Wait. No. All of that actually happened.
My bad.
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