symphony of groans

Last night I slept for two hours, spending the rest of the time attempting to write up the damn Nosferatu presentation.

When I slept, I dreamt that I was in the projection box of the Phoenix lacing up the film ready to play it, when all these schoolkids came in. I showed them the projector and what it does, then started introducing the film. The informal atmosphere made it easy, and my meticulously prepared notes started tripping off my tongue as if i'd spoken them a thousand times. The kids were impressed - one said that they were shocked, since they thought projectionists were all stupid. One up for me.

Then I went down to the auditorium, and realised that I had to give the speech again to another 100 or so kids. This time I stammered and gulped and made a complete hash of it. What was wrong? I had it all right a minute ago. One of the kids turned to their companion and said 'he's only the projectionist...'

Not only does my subconscious also have anxiety about speaking in front of large groups of people, but seems to share my low self-opinion. I guess it is MY subconscious after all...