When I was a kid, I wanted to run away and join the circus as a trapeeze artist. It was always this dream of mine...

So last night I dreampt that I was in the circus. Now, if you read my daylog, it'll make sense why. However, I wasn't any anybody in the circus yet--I was just behind the scenes--I wanted to be under the lights. Only I didn't know what I could do. I didn't want to be a clown, because people hate clowns; however, I liked the acrobats. I couldn't be a trapeeze artist, because I didn't have the skill. I couldn't be a lion tamer, or a bare-back rider. I settled on being a juggler on a unicycle. OK, kinda weird.

Now, the reason I wanted to be out in the spotlight? Why did I want to perform? Aside from the obvious that I love performing in general, my professor had something to do with the circus (in my dream, not in real life, unless you count the play I saw him in, which had to do with a philosopher who runs away and joins the circus). I almost got to kiss him.

Yeah, well, what dreams may come... must give us pause.