These Dreams Go on When I Close My Eyyyyeees...

ok, so last night...wait. Do I start EVERY entry with "ok, so"?
If that is the case, I apologize for poor variety and shitty, shitty writing.
Anyway,
Last night before I went to sleep, I asked the Goddess to send me some advice via a dream on how I should move forward in the coming months.
Here's what she sent me.

I was in an audition for a grad-school program at some ridiculously hoity-toity presitgious conservatory type situation. I had no monologue prepared...well, none that I could remember, but it didn't matter as all I managed to do was stand on a piano like, on the bit of wood right above the keyboard over the edge of which are the strings, break the piano, which then wasn't a piano, see an apple, and suggest that I sing an Aria from a book I liked to call (in high school) "21 Dego-Ditties You Like to Sing": "Sebben Crudele"
whose lyrics are thus:

Sebben Crudele,
Mi fai languir,
sempre fedele.
sempre fedele ti voglio amar.

Sebben Crudele.
Mi fai languir,
Sempre fedele ti voglio amar.

Con la lunghezza,
Del mio servir,
La tua fierezza,
La tua fierezza,
Saprò stancar,
La tua fierezza,
Saprò stancar.

Sebben Crudele,
Mi fai languir,
sempre fedele.
sempre fedele ti voglio amar.

Sebben Crudele.
Mi fai languir,
Sempre fedele ti voglio amar


Then I dreamt I got into a fight with a shoe sales person at a department store over a pair of Tivas. I don't own Tivas.

Thank you Mother Goddess, my head is now flown.