I let the nightmare play out despite being fully lucid. I know the script well. I am not ashamed to see where I am weak. When the fear didn’t cripple me, the dream couldn’t follow through and the stage dressing fell down.
Now I see what is at the core of my fears. I am not surprised to see it. This chain was forged around my neck at birth, after all. Okay. I know what I have to work on.
The player roared and gnashed fearsome teeth at me, but I didn’t flinch. I called the player out by the name of the role ke represents. “I know you now, and I am not afraid.” My soft words wounded the costume and the player stormed about the stage in a display of over dramatic anger and angst.
As I turned to exit the stage (and the dream), I heard the character whisper, “But this is what I’ve made myself to be. If you don’t believe in me, I’ll become nothing.” I exited without further thought.