What a nightmare! I just woke up from a dream where I was at a local Vermont event to pitch MemoirSite to local Vermont investors.

The morning session started with breakfast and then everyone went to another room, but there weren’t seats enough for me. No one told me that this was a test session where the organizers and the other participants practiced on a group and got pointers on what worked and what didn’t. So I missed that completely.

At this point I had another dream about hiding from Nazis who were destroying this beautiful BauxArts hotel I was in, and it was a lot of hiding in closets under piles of fabric from heavily armed soldier and running around in an underground dirt plenum. But that was no where near as scary as the first dream.

After the relief break of running from Nazis who were trying to kill me, it was back to the horror of the pitch session. The afternoon session had each participant taking turns going before a three person ‘Shark Tank’ to pitch their company to the investors. Because I missed the morning session in had to
go last. When I finally got in there the video projector was messed up, my pitch deck book was all wrong, missing pages (it wasn’t my copy because I had sent mine to a prospective investor) and it had photos of peewee hockey in it. And to top it all off – I was naked. That never goes over well.

I decided to The Show Must Go On, and tried to do the pitch. But there was no point and by the third clumsy page, flipping through, trying to find the right page I looked up to find that the three of them had left. It was late and they had gone home.

I left the room crying because I had blown it so very badly. I went to find the lead organizer, who looked just like Kristina M. of all people, and she was bright and cheery, and told me not to worry about it. Then she left too and I was alone and miserable holding my binder full of nothing.