I had this dream that I was in the academy’s dance studio rehearsing the forever-to-be- frustrating scene from Act 4 of the Seagull.
And I had long woven hair

And my reflection was makeup-less and pale and buzz cut.

And my subconscious was watching as an omniscient figure like a crane camera, diving in and out.

And long haired me was running her lines, and my reflection was critically watching and feeding me back advice and direction. Cruel advice, but honest.
And when I woke up I realized everything my reflection was saying was exactly what I was doing wrong with the scene in class. The heart of the struggle wasn’t rooted in any technical incapability/incomprehension, but from a lack of courage - and a fear of exposure and disengagement with the scene.

Basically butch sarah told pretty sarah to get over herself and just do it.
So I did the next day.
And I it was the best run of it I had ever done, and unfortunately the last. I’m sure Nina will arise again sometime in my life, it’s too good a role to ever let escape.