I was at some sort of performing arts camp, and the man who was directing our play was adamant that I play Goldilocks. I was a little upset and didn't want to do it at first, especially since it was such short notice and, I told the director, I didn't have a chance to memorize my lines. He told me that wouldn't matter, since the play was enrirely ad-lib - we made it up as we went along. So then I was worried that I'd forget how the story went. I did fine though, and went back to the director's room to tell him. He wasn't in there, so I started going through his things and found my mother inside a bench with a removable seat/lid. She looked sort of deflated, so I put her on his bed... But that's about when I woke up.
