My adaption of Roger-Pol Droit's 'Call Yourself' text from his book:
'101 experiments in the philosophy of everyday life'
Synopsis
I'm nervously preparing for my pechakucha, when I suddenly fall asleep and dream of being somewhere else, wishing I could avoid Friday's presentation. My name gets called out multiple times indicating I'm mentally preparing myself for when it's my turn to go. At the end, I snap out of the dream and it's finally time to present. My nerves still lingering but calmer than before.
Roger Pol-Droit / Text
My thoughts? Oh I'm terrified xxx