I was at a high school performance, in an expansive auditorium. The whole place was packed. I was being a nuisance, trying to find the best seat in the house. I was climbing over seats and laughing, but I could tell I was annoying people. Finally I found the seat I wanted. I was sitting next to a good looking Hispanic boy who seemed to have eyes for me.
But I couldn't sit still, I was really fidgety. I just kept getting up and switching seats each time I'd see a friend or feel like I didn't like the people around me. In one of the seats that I chose, I overheard a conversation going on between two middle-aged women. They were pontificating on the topic of "cutters". I envisioned myself being put in the spotlight at that moment and in my imagination, I was speaking to the audience about my own experience with cutting. I began by explaining the agony of trapped energy and the importance of finding appropriate avenues of expression for those energies. I also spoke of the tenderness and preciousness of a moment all to one's self.
Then I came back into full presence in the dream and started running around again. I even ran onstage, behind the performance that was going on. It was either a play or an orchestra. It fluctuated and sometimes was both. I think maybe I was supposed to be in the play, but I didn't know my lines, nor my character, and I totally didn't care. I just wanted to run around.
Then I was running up the aisle to find a seat, and ran into Sarah, my best friend from high school. She and I started to waltz in the aisle and then she turned into a man (the Hispanic guy?) I was being spun round and round and people were taking notice. I felt sexy and capable.
Then I was being chastised by my old neighbor, Margie, for being too rambunctious. her daughters were there, tagging along with me and I think she thought I was being a bad influence.
Boundless Energy in a High School Auditorium...