Nightmares of an internet start-up

During my start-up in the bubble-era i had some incredible nightmares... people dressed in gorilla suits pushing me off cliffs... ya know, just freaky.

I was getting so many nightmares back then that i kept a tape recorder next to my bed. i'd wake up. record the nightmare. go back to sleep. have another one. wake up. record it. repeat.

I thought about writing a book "nightmares of an internet start-up" - the nightmares would be in comic book style, and then i'd have a few pages next to each comic explaining what's going on in my business at the time.

Well... i had my first Billing Revolution nightmare last night. And I'm starting to wonder, is it just me, or do all entrepreneurs have nightmares?

It's not that things are going poorly at my new start-up - in fact it's the opposite, thing are great! We have money, we're signing big customers - so why the nightmare? Will i get more? Gwod, i hope not.

The nightmare recap:
I was in the valley. running from VC to VC scheduling meetings.
At the third VC office i realized I scheduled all three meetings at 10am the following day.
It was at the third VC office (in the parking lot, where the receptionist would greet all entrepreneurs) where i 'lost it'.
She told me "i'm sorry, the only time Deepak is available is 10am tomorrow"
I threw my hands in the air and let out a big chewbacca yell "uuuuggggggggg!"
I didn't yell at the receptionist. She just understood. she needed to fix the situation.
Without saying anything I went back to my rental car. reclined the drivers seat. put up my hoodie sweatshirt and pulled the stings.
A few minutes later there was a knock on my car window.
"Deepak can see you now"
One of my eyes had swollen shut.
A few receptionists half-carried me to a briefing area.
We talked to a parakeet in a gold cage. The parakeet gave the ground rules "how to pitch to VC's"
The receptionists were rubbing my arms. The swelling in my eye went down. They led me down a corridor.
i felt confident. i felt great. i was a presidential candidate stepping up to the podium. or an actor entering the stage for my first line. or a boxer, about to hear the crowd roar.
When i passed through the curtain i was on the tennis courts.
4 courts in the blazing sun. the courts were dark crimson.
Deepak dressed in all white, was practicing his ground strokes. Deepak looked healthy. We shook hands and we took a seat on the lawn-furniture sectional behind the baseline.
I immediately started telling Deepak about my college tennis days. How we played on the Boston Commons.
Then i noticed the tennis court was liquid. a ripple on the far side of the court headed our way, the swell increased, and knee-sized waves gently broke on our side of the court.
The court was solid again.
Things seemed to be going well with Deepak...
and then i woke up.