Bad show

10/19/09

Last night I had a few dreams but the only one I could remember was an anxiety dream about playing a show. I walked into a party house, which was apparently where Jared and I were going to play that night, and I realized upon setting up that my guitars weren’t strung for some reason. Everyone in the house was starring at me, and I ran out to try to find more strings. Jared rolled his eyes in response and I thought for sure this was not going to be a good show. Thank god I woke up before I had to attempt a performance.