Let me tell you about the dream I had the other night. (You have to realize that this was after my self-esteem had been crushed by BS regarding the whole "iPod download - this is how it works - stop asking me questions - just listen - let me explain" rants.) We were at tkd testing. Camron didn't have his uniform on. When I asked him why, he told me that it was too big and kept falling off and that he was going to do make-up testing. I practiced out on the floor. There were a gazillion people there that were going to test and barely any of them had uniforms on and I couldn't understand why. Mike C. was there - in a suit that was ripped at both shoulder seams. He said he knew he shouldn't have been wearing a suit when he practiced his form. They called me out on the floor and then they called Shawn. I was confused as to why we weren't in order. I couldn't find Painter Jeff. Sherri Carter kept putting her arm around me and telling me it would be okay. There were so many people on the floor that we could barely move to do our forms. One of the judges (just some random dream character) was really mean and he and "Yes Sir" were having some sort of verbal disagreement and he told her she couldn't test. When it came time to do my form, I kept screwing up the last move (if anyone remembers, the knee strike was the move that I screwed up 2 times the last time we did blue belt form at testing which made me end up facing the wrong direction at the end.) I asked to do it again even though I knew everyone would be mad (this was probably from CTP's threats last testing that no one had better ask to do their form again.) As I was doing my form, I had my class attendance card in my hand and knew the judges wouldn't be able to see that I was doing a knifehand because I was holding the card. Also, my gum was disintegrating and I couldn't get it all out of my mouth. Anyone care to analyze????????