I was in an old theatre. It was made of stone and the stage was wood with rich red velvet curtains. There were old fashion lights that extended from the floor at the front of the stage. There was an orchestra in the pit.
I was wearing an old fashion ballerina costume. It sheer layered skirts to the knee. It was all a dusty rose color, including the pointe shoes.
The music started and I started to dance. It was going well, it was very dreamy. I leaped a high jete, and when I came down, I was wearing the satin slippers instead of pointe. I tried to do the next segment, but I could not. I stopped and stood facing the audience but I couldn't see beyond the lights.