Tuesday, April 13, 2010
With theater gangs and the runaway little girl
I dreamed that there were these two rival gangs in the theater department at HU. If you EVER tried to do the same scene or monologue as someone in the other gang in the same year, you would probably be killed. One girl was the other group was doing a scene from Company that apparently involved her running up and down the halls crying hysterically. Well, I was really sad that day for some reason, so I ran up and down the halls of the MCA crying hysterically. The girl told me that I would be killed for this.
This stressed me out quite a lot (as you can imagine) so I decided to go to class to calm down. I couldn't find my backpack though, and looked all over the MCA. I ended up accidentally stepping on a pile of newspapers, and someone screamed. Turns out it was Bryce, who was napping there. I apologized and kept looking.
At some point I was going to see this production of Company in the studio theater here, and my parents were here, too. As soon as the lights went up, my parents BOLTED out a side door. I was embarrassed at first but then I realized that a little African-American girl in a frilly white tutu (about 10 years old or so) had run out the side door first and was trying to throw herself over a railing to the cement floor below. My parents grabbed her and brought her back to her seat, but she just kept running out there. For some reason we all in the audience thought this was the funniest thing in the entire world, and I laughed until I cried. When I woke up, I was still laughing.
This stressed me out quite a lot (as you can imagine) so I decided to go to class to calm down. I couldn't find my backpack though, and looked all over the MCA. I ended up accidentally stepping on a pile of newspapers, and someone screamed. Turns out it was Bryce, who was napping there. I apologized and kept looking.
At some point I was going to see this production of Company in the studio theater here, and my parents were here, too. As soon as the lights went up, my parents BOLTED out a side door. I was embarrassed at first but then I realized that a little African-American girl in a frilly white tutu (about 10 years old or so) had run out the side door first and was trying to throw herself over a railing to the cement floor below. My parents grabbed her and brought her back to her seat, but she just kept running out there. For some reason we all in the audience thought this was the funniest thing in the entire world, and I laughed until I cried. When I woke up, I was still laughing.
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