I keep dreaming about the dog watching me fail onstage

Every night it's the same room — a club with no tables, just a single spotlight, and the dog sitting in the front row with that look, not judging, just reading my shoulders like a newspaper. Last night I finally finished a set and he nodded once, slow, like a barman who's seen worse. I woke up feeling almost settled. Maybe that's all acceptance is — a dog deciding you're not worth the drama.