There's a big world out there

I’m trying to decide whether or not I should audition for the glee project. I suppose it’s an audition for an audition for an audition…. So I shouldn’t put this much thought into the whole thing. I should just do it and see what happens. But I’m scared of getting half-way there and failing and then having to come back to the “plan” I screwed up by going in the first place. There are too many words in most of these sentences. Anyway.

I always tell myself a story before I go to sleep. Sometimes if I’m lucky the story bleeds into my dreams. I’m usually not myself, in my dreams.  I can be a boy, or an androgyne, or some foreign ethnicity or a race that doesn’t exist at all. My dreams are one of my favorite places, actually. It’s way easier to be the hero in dreams.

One last thing: There is this person that reoccurs in my nighttime adventures. I don’t know what he/she looks like. They switch genders and clothes a lot, but when this person is there I always know it. They’re like my closest friend, and I always feel safe. My protector, sort of. The kind of feelings you get when you’re with someone you’ve known forever, and silence is okay and you know in a glance what the other person is thinking. It’s great. But I haven’t seen them in a while. I don’t know why.