Unconscious?

I had such a restless sleep last night. It made it initially much more difficult to take on the day today with the energy required to bring the meaning into the world around me that I want to see. But occasional gentle reminders from myself make it possible.
I tossed and turned in a half-conscious state for a majority of the early morning hours: a dance between levels of consciousness. Due to mental stress? Physical stress?(having to urinate? having an unfamiliar lump in my pillow?) environmental noise?
In deciding upon a cause for my inability to sleep soundly does it bring my unconscious experience to a conscious level, even if the noted cause is not accurate...hmmmm...

We had the first meeting for the Vagina monologues last night. I would like to think the things I get myself into are more than just activities merely to keep myself occupied. The more I commit myself to, the more I ask this question. But my array of interests and passions should not directly relate to their demeaning...(demeaning?)
Anyway, my audition went well. Better than I thought, because I was assigned a role considered one of the more challenging. I think the directors thought I could interpret it well. This recognition on my part makes my current position at PLU more apparent. I think of the senior women I knew when I was a freshman and how wise, powerful, confident they seemed.
And the next realization makes me smile. It's not that they were not...its just that I am too in that position and not used to recognizing it.