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I was living with two ambient artists, we all slept on our own bed in one room together. The other two artists were entertained by my alarm clock sound. I had several false awakenings in this scenario this morning.

I also performed ballet while pole dancing for a song which unironically sounds like interesting promo material.
We also had spectrograms of our alarm clock sounds which made interesting covers.

Dream was in English.

A young woman stands downstage center, facing the audience; she never turns around. She's performing a simple, faltering version of the whirling, intricate dance going on behind her - contemporary ballet, the entire troupe on stage behind her. Everyone is in black and silver and painfully beautiful. This is her dream we're seeing play out behind her, her ideal. But the music is melancholy, nostalgic even - it's a waltz in a minor key, reminds me of Dvorak. Starts with just a music-box-like piano, but the music swells as the dancers behind her become the focus, all strings. I get swept up in the overwhelming sound of it and the movement of the dancers, until in the end it gradually fades away again to those music-box-like piano notes. A woman's voice from offstage calls to her to come to bed, the sun has risen. I focus on her profile as she turns to look offstage, towards that voice; when I look behind her again, the dancers have vanished. She leaves the stage.

Dream 2.

I had a dream that Gaggy was keeping me and my mom prisoner inside a large house. Gaggy is my dead grandmother who is in heaven now. I'm obviously afraid of her. I was outside by a barbed wire fence and I saw Frank Ross Triptastical on the other side. I couldnt climb over I was weak. I asked Frank to help me and he said but you never helped me. So I said I will now I'd rather be a smudge. (I am reading a book where society is divided into people who stay up at night, the smudges, and people who live during the day, the rays. the rays oppress the smudges and remove their pineal glands when they are babies. terrible right? Its called "Plus One"). Anyways, Frank climbed the fence and went inside the fence still outside. He dropped his backpack and helped me climb over. We walked to where there was trees and left the backpack there. We were going to walk around but heard footsteps and thought it was Gaggy, but it turned out to be my friend Kirstin and another girl. We hugged them happy to see them. Inside the house Gaggy had been yelling at me and hurting me but I escaped. I believe that the devil was pretending to be Gaggy to hurt me and to make me be afraid of Gaggy because in the dream Gaggy my grandmother was wicked but she isn't in real life. I told Frank I would help him so I have to help him. I couldn't find him on facebook so I prayed for him and I will keep praying for him.

Dream 1/Earlier.

In an earlier dream that I recalled later, a group was doing ballet inside or outside I dont remember, and I saw my friend Polly's daughter Emma doing ballet with them, and I walked towards the group and started to dance with them. There was a ballet teacher in the front of the group. When I walked into the group Emma morphed into a different little girl. I danced some and fell on the ground and did a pose on the ground but I was stuck on the ground and couldn't move. The dance teacher said if she was going to use me she could only use me as a prima ballarina, as a dance soloist, because of the large way I dance. I forget the beginning and end of the dream I know there was more but it's lost to me.

I was flying and then I was standing in a field by two trees that were swaying violently with the wind. An old lady was standing next to me. I didn't tell her that it was a dream. She said isnt it beautiful and i said yes. I told her I had no place to stay and she told me I could stay with her. We walked for a while and then i was in an orchard. The old woman dissapeared and there were a lot of people there. Then I was in another field doing dream-ballet with a woman that i loved at the time. We danced and I enjoyed dancing and then I woke up.

BACKGROUND INFO:

Youth American Grand Prix, or YAGP as I will refer to it in this dream, is an international ballet competition held in the US. I competed in it in January in Tampa, FL; but some girls from my ballet studio are going this weekend to compete in Atlanta, GA, so I'm guessing that's what brought this dream up.

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It was the day that we were supposed to leave for Atlanta, and everyone was frantically trying to calm themselves of nerves as we all were at the studio waiting to get one rehearsal in before we had to leave. I, however, was 20x more frantic. For some reason, I had to completly redo my whole contemporary dance today. Right before we left. New music, new costume, new everything. I'd have to learn a completely new routine. All in all, I was freaking out.
Sitting there, in the hallways and waiting for class to start, my friend Kennedy looked over at me and said, "Katya, I still can't believe how you can dance with toenails that long!"
"Huh..?" I glanced down, my toenails appeared to be at normal length.
Several minutes of all us just sitting in silence followed, until I couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, I got up and walked to the end of the hall, leaning my back against the white wall and closing my eyes as I felt tears start to creep out of them. Trying my best to hold in a sob I felt all kinds of thoughts form inside my head.
How in the world was I possibly going to learn a whole dance today?
How would I remember it?
What if I forgot on stage?
I was already not the best at picking up thing quickly...
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," I heard my mom's voice, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Mm.." I made a sound with my voice, not even sure how to answer. Turning my head, I saw everyone was already heading to class. Grabbing my stuff, I sighed and followed them.

I was in a dance recital for ballet. There were five of us. After a while, one other girl and I (we were in front, and the other girls were behind us) couldn't remember what to do. She started improvising, so I just copied her. After a while, I noticed that the other girls were no longer on stage. I pointed that out to her and suggested we go backstage. We did, and I saw my friend Lizz there - at least, I thought I did.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her, kind of surprised to see her because she lives a couple hours away. I can't remember her response, though, but then I realized it wasn't her. "You look a lot like one of my friends," I continued. "I mean, a lot - not just like you look similar, but you look like you could be twins or something." I kind of just walked away awkwardly after that.

1. I go to see Swan Lake at Cincinnati's Music Hall with C.W. We pass a White Castle on the way there, and I remark how it's practically an outpost of my college with the clientele it gets. We arrive at the hall, and as we ascend the escalator we see Dr. L. and give him a salute. We get to the lobby and see a glorious buffet laid out before us; the ballet is already starting, and we hear a flautist fail her solo. I start eating and scarf down hashbrowns, vegetables, and a roll before a frumpy attendant starts asking me questions. I act suspicious and evade her questions, and she starts chasing me down. I run into the auditorium, where I find my family and sit by them. I don't escape the woman, though, and am kicked out.

2. I view a montage of Call of Duty matches, all taking place in some sort of museum. It's a hardcore assault on an elevator, and teams trade places between attack and defense. The terrorists almost win a match, letting only two of the good guys escape before time runs out. Once, when the elevator is nearing the attack stage, a string quartet forms and plays Metallica in the space.