I couldn’t lose lucidity. It was almost like old times.. except I slept through it. Anyway, there was one pleasant part I had no control over.
I was in a nice performance hall of my current (but unrecognizable) school. I sat on the stage floor and watched the performance directly in front of me. There were two lines of girls, all dressed in these long white robes. From my perspective, the lines were longest when measured left to right and were two rows deep.
The performers were arranged so that each line, or group was on a separate moving platform. The platform had three vertical positions, each about ten meters apart. The performance consisted of singing and dancing on these platforms which would accelerate at incredible speeds which hurtled the performers high into the air. There were all manner of flips and the whole spectacle was quite pleasant.
The finale always included flying dismounts onto a hidden stage underneath. After watching the performance a few times I moved down below to see the hidden stage. It was a bit sickening to see the bodies of the performers sprawled along the floor and against the walls.
I then understood why there were limited rehearsals. It turns out that the final maneuver ended in the performers death. Sad.