Showing posts with label Why I hate clowns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Why I hate clowns. Show all posts
Monday, December 8, 2008
Maybe I Should Join the Circus?
I've been having this dream for the last week or so that I am a part of the circus as a trapeze artist, (which I know must be a dream because I am scared of heights, and moving fast). Every night I get up on the platform in my sexy leotard, (which I know must also be a dream because I probably wouldn't choose the purple sequin getup in everyday casual wear, also my hair is long which it hasn't been in 10 years), and high heels and I am the star of the show, a standing ovation even before I start the performance (damn I must have a reputation). I wave to my admirers and the music starts, the circus conductor MC guy ( I know they have a different name I just don't feel like googling it, I haven't had my 6 cups of tea that usually help me function normally yet) introduces me as the World Famous Sarah Superstar and I grab the trapeze bar and start to swing. There is a person on the other trapeze that I know I am supposed to let go and they will catch me, so I work my speed up to fast (technical term) and as I let go of the bar I am no where near the other person's hand and I fall, and I mean I fall a long time and I am screaming but in this slow motion kind of scream and I can look around at the audience and they are all just sitting there staring at me....oh yeah cause as I am falling I have some how lost all of my clothes. As I am about to land on the net these 2 clowns who are holding the net start to move so I will fall on the concrete floor so I start to try and move my body around in the air to position it to land right on the net. But those damn clowns keep moving and I start to cry cause I know that it's gonna hurt when I land. Then I wake up. What the hell? I have no idea what it means or if it really means anything. I am not really too into reading in to things to much but I keep having this dream . I dream alot, usually just weird bizzarro stuff that I just attribute to the alcohol I had or the spicy food for dinner the night before, but I don't get this one? But why couldn't I just have the one where I am riding off into the sunset with George Clooney instead of crazy circus dreams?
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