you asked me what's my pleasure, a movie or a measure

last night i had several dreams collide, strewing common elements throughout them all. the most noticeable characteristic of them all was the room in which they took place, a huge theatre with a projection screen. in the first dream, it was filled with pews, and i ran in late to find biscuit and flex had saved me a seat, and just in time--the moment i sat down, the walls on either side of the stage opened, and we were cast out to sea. you see, the pews were actually on rafts, and we were a text group for a new ride at disneyland. a sort of theologically themed whitewater river cruise. odd. the second dream was correctly identified as a performance anxiety dream by the boy--i was back in that theatre, and this time everyone was wearing black and red vinyl raingear. i was due to perform for them, part of a three-singer showcase. i would be performing at the back of the theatre, as the same projection screen was still taking up the stage. the thing was, i couldn't get in tune. for the life of me. at all. the top string was horribly off and i couldn't figure out what was wrong. i couldn't fix it, i couldn't retune. and then the bridge of the guitar fell off. it turns out that it was made of green flocked adhesive paper, and wasn't really a bridge at all--someone had stolen my bridge and replaced it with that. i tried to continue with my set, but it was awful...i don't know how the dream ended, because that's when i woke up.

so. to recap. it seems i like theme parks, but i have performance anxiety. if you have a different take on either of these, please let me know.