It was the day of my show. I had just hoped out of the shower, and I was rushing. The exit your shower and step on your towel and almost trip sort of rushing. My mother and I were having a horrible argument about something. It may have been about a dish or clothes or mail or something like that. We were screaming at the top of our lungs. And in the midst of screaming my cousin calls and asks where I am. He points out that I am late to my own show. He and several other people were waiting. He asked where the artwork was. I looked around and couldn't find my pieces. I remember knowing that they were around somewhere, but that I hadn't found the time to prepare them to hang. I asked my mother to put some nails in her purse and coerced her that we had to get going and quickly. Then the dream nightmare...ended!
I know...it won't happen! For one, I am preparing in advance. That means that I am on track to have the hardware that I need to hang my pieces. I am also hanging my show on Friday so that Saturday all I really need to do is show up, be the bubbly individual that I am, and sell, sell, sell!
So I guess it wasn't a nightmare as much as it was a simple dream. I suppose it may be what happens when your first show is 2 days away!
Your Thoughts:
Do you have nightmares or odd dreams about the "big" thing that you are about to embark on?
Until next time...
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