Nelson, Willie

It's been a while since I posted a dream, but this one was so entertaining that I'm going to post it.

S and I are attending a Willie Nelson concert in a surprisingly low rent auditorium without many people in the audience. We're setting on the front row. The ceiling, which is pretty high above our heads, has multiple rectangular holes where cardboard boxes have been inserted halfway through. Like weird cardboard crystals poking out of the ceiling. Willie stops playing and climbs stairs at the back of the stage which take him above the ceiling. He removes the cardboard boxes from the holes and throws them at the audience through the holes until all are gone. They all fall directly on me, though I don't think there's anything personal about it and they are easily deflected. But then Willie can be see through one hole unzipping his pants and lying down across the opening, so that his penis is dangling through it. I think: it's Nelson's willie! and I wake up laughing.

What kind of fool am I?

Classic anxiety dream: on stage but I've forgotten my lines. Someone just off stage--the director?--is looking on with disapproval. I'm playing the Fool, maybe in Lear, but looking more like Falstaff. I twirl around and look at the ground, belled jester's cap on my head. Wake with, of course, anxiety.

Memo to self.

Visiting my therapist. I complain about something, and I want her to tell me the answer to my problem. She scribbles something on a piece of paper, folds it, and hands it to me. Take this and read it later, she says. I do. Outside the office I open it and read: Tear up this note and figure out the solution yourself.