Skating Dreams

So my body may not have been feeling the competition excitement last night, but my brain apparently was.  In general I’m a pretty average dreamer; with the exception of the month I was on malaria medications while in Ecuador, I generally only have/remember really strange, vivid dreams on occasion.  Last night, however, was a doozy.  I dreamt about the competition all night, but it was like one of those school-nightmares where everything goes wrong.  I kept getting lost trying to get to the rink.  For some reason, I was riding a bike there, and I got that sensation of “I can’t move my legs anymore” even though I knew I was running late, so for a while I couldn’t physically get myself to the rink.  Then I had planned on brining candy for my fellow competitors, but I didn’t have it, so I was going to go out to a Target and buy some, but I was scared I didn’t have enough time.  I couldn’t decide if I should walk or drive (because I had a car again at this point).  And I was convinced that my search for targets had turned up false results.  I don’t remember how this resolved itself.

Anyway, then I started watching the competition only to discover that other skaters were doing big, Vegas style productions, with other skaters backing them up doing circus tricks.  I didn’t have that and got really stressed about that.

Anyway, I’m heading to the rink in a few minutes now.  My goal for the day is to be a good, supportive friend and to take lots of pictures. Hopefully none of the skaters today have bit circus numbers.  But if they do, I promise to write about it!