I once had a dream in which I went to audition to be in a famous composer's new opera. Upon arriving, I quickly learned that it was in fact not an audition but opening night. The performance had already begun, and I stood in the wings with the composer, who was encouraging me to go out on stage. I was petrified, having no idea what the opera was about or what I should do. He said, "Just go out and do whatever you want, I'm sure it will be fine." So I crawled out and writhed around on the floor in agony for what seemed like a very long time. It was definitely not fine.