|i will never forget...|
the next thing i remember in the dream was being at church this morning. never mind that i was still unshowered and scheduled to speak in sacrament meeting which was starting in five minutes, although that was bothering me, too. far more traumatic, however, was that i had no memory of the previous night's concert. i ran over to brandon (who was enigmatically both at my church and at the concert) and asked him what the show was like.
"i just remember being really happy," he said.
of course he was happy: he had been at a tally hall show, for crying out loud. but i was crestfallen. i remembered being there, waiting for the show to start, feeling the excitement in the air. but that was where my memory stopped. i had no recollection of them playing "good day" or "welcome to tally hall", no memory of me getting up on stage (i'll explain more about that later this week), nothing. what was the point of being there if i afterwards had no memory to cherish of it?? it was like i had missed the whole thing.
this wasn't a dream, it was a nightmare.
and so came the relief this morning, when i groggily drifted back into consciousness and felt the realization that the concert is on wednesday and that i hadn't missed anything.
blessed sabbath morning.