Last night I dreamed that I was traveling home from an audition. It was the middle of the night, and I was with a couple friends. Some of these friends were hybrids of friends that I have in real life. One was Che'La McIntyre from high school, another was a hybrid of Amanda Greco (someone I work with on the Spirit of Philadelphia) and another young lady that I was in the PRISEM program with at Hampton University. Her name escapes me right now. At any rate, we were using several IPhones to navigate our way back home because we were in the middle of B.F.E. We decided to make a stop at a Greek-inspired restaurant to eat. Somehow this restaurant turns into an impeccably decorated frat boy toga party with elaborate costuming, corinthian and composite columns, gold leafed crowns and stunning staircases. We make our way through the passageways and by the end of the party tour, my Amanda-hybrid friend is bragging about how she has somehow collected the numbers of several drunken frat boys. We leave the party and decide to keep traveling. We switch cars and drivers and now I'm driving. For some reason, our IPhone is giving us incorrect directions and we end up on some military fort in the middle of night, lost and unable to figure out a way home. There may be more deep down in my subconscious, but that's all I can remember right now.
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