Acrobat

Date: 7/27/2020

I had a dream I was in like New Orleans or something and I was training to be an acrobat. Long hours, vigorous workouts, and I was in the best shape of my life. We also all lived in a big white modern house on the hill, I had a Roomate. It was performance day, I was running in late with too many bras on. I was wearing the wrong underwear and didn’t have hair or makeup done. I got here the person who trained me was small and had a ring waist. She looked very strong and was very kind. I saw her and the other performers swinging and it was beautiful. She ran down ran to the dressing room and I saw her arm was bleeding. Really heavily right near the armpit and she had wrapped it in gauze but the gauze was soaked. She said “I can still perform” but her boss/choreographer/costumer said no and we both rushed to replace her gauze before she bled out. He told her get underdressed and told me “get into costume immediately you’re taking her place”. I panicked I was not expecting to perform today, but he said “ I know you can do it, you trained hard, you know the routine, get dressed” so I took her leggings which didn’t fit me because I was taller so I put on my old loose black tights and hoped they looked close enough to leggings. My underwear were not seamless so I could see the panty line not good, but what could I do!? So then I put on her pants which were beige/gold baggy around the thigh but cinched below the knee and at the waist. Her top was purple with back and intricate gold designs and bead work. It was a tank top with corset kind of deal, with fancy shirt sleeves of beads and string. Then there was a black skinny belt. I couldn’t believe I fit into her costume. She was so small but evidently that workout payed off because I looked in the tall oval mirror and saw that I had toned abs and the V from hip bones. I was two bralettes on for some reason I pulled the white one off kept the black intricate backed one on. At some point some guy walked into the dressing room and I was so confident in my body I just pulled my shirt off and kept getting dressed. Her hair was big and poofy under neath a Abe Lincoln kind of hat but shorter so I just left my curly hair out under neath the hat. ——- flash forward I didn’t get to see myself perform but I guess I did—-I’m home then my roommates are taking pictures on a drive around town. It was a Jeep I think, open top. I go, they get some beautiful pictures of me with sunset lighting, golden colors. I remember lucidly thinking I definitely have to post one of these to Instagram, the losing weight made my face slimmer. Then on the drive I noticed we were in a college town before we drive back up to the house. I’m in my room and they call me out to hang out with them. I wake up the next morning and they made me breakfast it was really runny oatmeal, gross. I thanked them and dumped it out, went to the pantry to look for something else. We were all really thin so everything in the house was healthy and nobody had gone grocery shopping. No yogurt, eggs crackers. But there was an apple and a small package of granola I took that. When I got out of the pantry some of my roommates were sitting on the couch and they were smoking weed. It was a really long skinner, cigarette holder but with weed held at the end. I sat down they said “take some!” I said “I’m not a fan I’ve already tried it”. They said you haven’t tried some. I argued that I had smoked it once and ate some another time and both were very enjoyable. They were like “ awww come on don’t be a loser just have one hit” all of them we’re yelling similar things like that, all of a sudden it was night time. I said “ no I’m really good, I gotta go.” So I was walking down the stairs to get away they forgot about me and then I woke up.