A Fallen and Balanced Nightmare

I was standing proudly erect with my chin up and chest slightly out. I was dressed in a lacy and rhinestoned black corset and tutu, with my hair pulled back into a tight bun. As I slowly looked down toward my feet I realized that I was about one hundred feet above the ground and balancing on a tight rope. Instantly a crowd of nearly a thousand people appeared and were gathered below me. Each being looked familiar to me, yet I couldn't seem to place how I knew them. Each person had one thing in common, expectation and anger filled their eyes. Suddenly anxiety and fear washed over me, and I began to sob and wail. I screamed and screamed helplessly, but the audience merely stared at me with their hateful eyes. "I can't! I can't walk this tight rope, I just can't do this!", I yelled. Then I jumped and fell down down and down. The fall seemed to be infinite until the endless falling finally jolted me awake.