The Dreams of Hannah

I dreamed that the drama team was doing a skit for the whole church. My father and I were up in the front seat, and he was taking notes with a red pen during the skit. The skit wasn't going so awfully well, there were a couple flubbed lines, but they were continuing nicely - or would have been, except that every time they messed up a line my father would speak up and ask them if they were aware that they'd made a mistake. I was quite embarrassed and kept hoping he'd be quiet.

Labels: dad, drama