Tag: theater

Don’t Read While Eating / Gross Content Ahead

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I dream that my Gran comes over for lunch and she’s wearing a tank top, a mini skirt and high heels. She’s also dyed her gray hair dark brown. She explains that now she’s vaccinated she wants to live life to its fullest! I’m both amused and uncomfortable.

After lunch we sit to watch a Ben Stiller movie. He’s depressed because his girlfriend left him for another woman. He joins a theater group, they’re on stage with a magical gnome that looks like a dog but is a person. The gnome’s face gets grumpier and grumpier, he starts shivering and finally explodes covering the whole stage with poop. Ben Stiller yells,

I have shit on my teeth!

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Not Many Plays In This Backwards Town

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I dream that I’m going to the theater to watch a play about Pinocchio, and I’m very disappointed to find out it’s not a live show but a recording on a big screen.

It’s a small theater, and very few people are allowed in because of social distancing. The screen is tiny and I’m sitting on the side, I can barely see anything. A usher demands I empty my tote bag, I’m really embarrassed: it’s full of tissues and there is a rotten orange that I quickly kick under the seat in front of me.

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Thankfully I’m Slightly Richer Than That

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I dream that I’m working at the store even though it looks nothing like my IRL store. A group of three old schoolmates walk in, two women and a man. They are also famous people, I think their leader is Amber Riley? The other girl could be Vera Lovell.

I greet them with a smile, tell them I’m such a big fan. They are mad at me though, they demand money. I signed a contract, don’t I remember? I pledged to donate money every year to their theater company. I object that they haven’t put out a show in ages, they say it doesn’t matter. How will they feed their children if I don’t donate?

I whip out my bank account app, show them I only have 91 bucks to my name. Then, when they’re not looking, I rip out my signature from the contract. I hope that’s legal.

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Back Overseas

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I’m visiting my friend C. and my great-aunt is also there for some reason, I wonder how the hell she got to another country but she seems unperturbed, just having lunch with the family.

C.’s mom asks me to glue a big ball (a light, maybe?) to the ceiling. They also send me out for groceries. I’m very uncomfortable because I’m not familiar with their town, I end up snapping at them.

A group of children is missing, they are all hiding inside an old theater. An orchestra is also there. I’m watching them, and the whole scene in front of my eyes is in black and white.

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Walk and Show and a lil Panic

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There is a toddler −maybe my little sister?− that keeps jumping in my arms from great heights, first from a tree, then from the stairs of a big marble statue. It’s so dangerous and I’m afraid I’m not gonna catch her next time.

My cousin and I are going to see a StarKid show in town, and it’s already my second time because I love it so much, even though I feel incredibly guilty about the crowd gathering in the theater. Not many people are paying attention though, I’m literally the only one cheering and clapping at the stage. A girl is listening to music too loudly and I can’t remember how to say to lower the volume in Japanese; eventually my cousin drags her away and I go sit in the first row. At the end of the show Lauren Lopez comes down the stage and kisses me on the cheek, “Thank you, Lauren” I say, breathless.

I tell my cousin I don’t need a ride home and I’ll just walk, but of course I get lost. I meet an old schoolmate, S., and ask her the way. She points to a tiny alley going down two rows of old stone houses, and I immediately know there are gonna be dogs behind the gates: since I’m terrified of dogs barking at me up close, I go looking for another way. I end up looking at a river banks, the stone buildings and the people playing on the sand are bathed in afternoon sunlight. Again, I feel bad about the crowd, but it’s all so beautiful I decide to take a picture and brag about it on social media.

I look in my pocket and I find a slim white watch. It’s not mine. In the other pocket there is a phone, old and broken and again, not mine. I run back hoping I just forgot my actual phone at the theater, but I’m panicking so badly that I wake up.

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