  Another nightmare of physical impotence in the face of an important soccer match. As usual, Im too old and slow to perform. Makes me think of Tony Sopranos coach dream where the bullets fall out of the clip and he squats down in a panic trying to reload. Except that no one but me is critical of my performance. Can I work out today? A better question: Will I be devastated if I translate a panic dream into action, thereby pushing my surgery recovery to come together too quickly? I just want my body back. Ive heap of real writing to do today, so Ill put this aside. I'm envisioning Dancer in the Dark , trying to set my work rhythm to the incessant sounds of machinery from the construction sites. 
