September 2

I dreamed that I was going on a field trip with my school- it was either a middle or high school- one that I had never actually been to. For some reason, I was required to bring my sister along. For those who know my sister, you know that she can have an attitude sometimes. Something or someone made her mad and she decided to lock me out of the bathroom rest stop that we make about twenty minutes into the trip. Someone eventually lets me in because I really have to pee, and it's an urban school environment with large staircases, brick walls, and stench. There are no bathrooms so I pee down a staircase in the gap between railings watching my urine careen down to the very first floor of the stairwell-- some even splashes on an obese woman wearing gray sweatpants standing at the entrance to the stairwell- she doesn't notice. Well, at some point, we leave the school and we are in my grandmother's front lawn and my sister has turned into a gold cat- much like Garfield. She hops up onto the mailbox on the lawn and catches a fungus that turns her paws a disgusting green and whitish color.

The part of my dream takes place at Stephen Foster Productions in Kentucky- a theatre I worked for a couple of summers ago. I was hired there again to do a show similar to The Wiz, it wasn't The Wiz but it was a very whimsical show much like The Wiz. There were a lot of people I know working there as well, including Patrice Covington (an actor I went to High School with), Ben Dibble (an actor here in Philadelphia), Candace Thomas (another actor here in Philadelphia), and Anthony Corlette (another friend from High School who now lives in NYC). What was different about working for SFDA in my dream was that it was held on UVa's campus in a cafeteria that doesn't exist there.

The next part of my dream is, again, very disjointed- it includes a series of scenes. I end up watching one of the run-throughs of the show on a night off, Tichina Arnold walks in in full costume to perform and I kept calling her K.C. I end up watching this dress rehearsal until about 7:15am in nothing but a robe and a knit cap. As I'm leaving, I notice that everyone is having breakfast in one of the lobbies of the theatre. Ben Dibble pulls me to the side to talk to me about coming to see another show he's performing in that night. I agree and exit the building walking through New Dorms on UVa's campus wondering if I'm missing some essential rehearsal. Then I wake up.