My hypnotist told me to write down my dreams and take them very seriously.
May 8, 2019
I dream of an audition for some impressive theater performance on Mars. Their lead girl has this fantastic long hair and orange eyes. She gives off divine fragrance (must have been the remnants of Diptique on my pillow). She and the casting crew choose me from the crowd. They run my background check on an odd looking device, then look at my acting resume and conclude that my soul is pure and I can act. They hire me. “There is one thing you as a human are infinitely missing.”
“What do you think it is?” I ask. “The knowledge of the authentic African dance and maybe some tango.” Planning to take my first African dance class this weekend.