Stress Dreams: Pole Version

When I’m nervous about something I tend to get stress dreams.  During my first bodybuilding bikini competition I had a dream that I ate a giant (as in 2 foot long) Hostess apple pie where each individual bite was 500 calories and I was convinced that I would gain back the 50 lbs I lost, plus have my trainer yell at me.  I woke up very confused and sort of craving apples.

For my friend’s baby shower I recently hosted I had a dream that her son was crawling somewhere in my house, but I couldn’t figure out which room he was in, and I woke up my husband saying, “You have to help me find the baby!”  He woke up very confused and made me take a pregnancy test the next morning.  Just kidding; I took the pregnancy test at 2 a.m.

Today, as I have strep throat, I decided to go to bed at 7  pm to get some extra rest.  Ha!  So here’s my newest stress dream:  It’s the night of the pole dance competition (which is actually a week away) and I don’t have my costumes yet because the costume designer had the flu.  (This actually is true.)  So I’m trying to figure out what to wear while curling my hair when she shows up five minutes before I have to go on.  Only, instead of bringing the costume we discussed she said, “I had a thought of inspiration and made this instead!” It was a long-sleeve camouflage shirt with material that would tear easily and I had no idea how I would stay on the pole since the material was also slippery.

I lost my make-up and no one had any extra to share.  The show got delayed and instead of starting at 5 pm it didn’t start until 8 pm,  so all my friends had to leave before I went on.  The venue suddenly changed from a theater to the courtyard of my apartment building, so I didn’t know how I was going to dance without scrapping my knees on the pavement.  And just as I walked onstage, I remembered that I forgot to email them my biography, so the emcee had no idea who I was or which music I was supposed to dance to.

I woke up with no confusion whatsoever.  I am absolutely clear that I feel unprepared and scared for this pole competition, even though I’ve been rehearsing.  But that’s ok, because I’m pushing myself out of my comfort zone.  I’m not dancing on America’s Got Talent; I’m doing a three minute dance routine in the novice division.  I might do an epic fail, but I won’t die.

I mean, technically, I guess I could fall off the spinning pole and die.  That would make for an odd obituary.  No one should have the word “odd” in their obituary.  Or “ironic”.  Who wants an “ironic” death?

I’m getting sidetracked here.  My point is, stress dreams are just brain farts and the fears they are based upon will dissipate too.  Never let fear stand between you and your pole!

Lisa 😉

How about you?  Do you ever get stress dreams before a big event?

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