My first dancing nightmare...

First off, I should mention that I have a phobia of dancing. It's irrational, I know, but that's why it's a phobia. I don't know how it got started but it sure makes things that should be fun for someone my age to not be so much fun (like going to the bar - I haven't been to a bar in a year).

I had my first wedding dance nightmare last night. Sean and I had just gotten married and he made me get onto the dance floor for the first dance. I was crying because I didn't want to do it but he insisted. The DJ announced that it was time for the dance (which is funny because we're not having a DJ) and Sean started dancing with another girl. To make matters worse, the dance was really dorky. So I danced with my dad and cried on his shoulder.

Then I confronted Sean because I was really mad at him and he wouldn't take me seriously. I started punching him as hard as I could and he was punching me back (just as hard!) but he laughed the whole time, which made it even worse. Jerk!

So that was my first wedding nightmare. I figured I'd have at least one nightmare about dancing. Apparently I have pent-up anger too, which I don't understand because I think everything is great right now. Ahh, the mysteries of the subconscious.

On a different note, I just started reading Tim Flannery's "The Weathermakers". It's a book on climate change and he explains the science (and I'm sure much more) in easy-to-understand terms. I'll keep you posted on it. Anyone else read any good books lately?