Which Is Where We Are Now

I’m the director of a high school play. The play is being held in an amazingly vast and spacious theatre, much bigger than any professional theater would accommodate. It’s very professional and high class. All or most of the seats are taken, despite the hugeness. I’m looking at this from above.

In the same wise as this detached hovering, I’m beginning to walk down a very long and spacious hallway. It’s equally well appointed with shiny hardwood floors. It’s here I consider myself as an actor rather than director. I remember trying out and acting for the high school play Working. I realize it’s not a matter of talent: talent is honed over many initiatory experiences. The ability to remember lines, itself, is something that an actor learns over the repeated exposure to the demand of memorization. So, it made sense for me to give a try for a little part and for a director to inquire about one’s resume as a matter of course to get a feel for whether the heft of experience meshes with the heft of the role.

I’m beginning to approach the front desk after walking, floating, down this long immaculate hallway. I feel myself become nervous as I hover towards it, anticipating a face to face with a beautiful clerk; yet, I abstain from going to the front desk. I go ahead past the desk right into the backroom where the hotel owner is. I disregard a feeling of entering into great danger. My brain seizes, processing what I’m about do to: I strangle the owner.

I’m in a department store. I walk around with a lady. She’s a friend and a store manager. They have hidden items that you would only see when wearing special glasses. These items will eventually be visible to all after a time. We talk about Christmas decorations; I mention the fact that a place like Wal-Mart will be stuffed to the gills with Christmas decorations; she laments this. We pass by this store’s little bit of Christmas offerings.

Something about a narrow hideaway shelf that I’m really glad is there because then I can put this printer like device that fits well there and is out of everyone’s knowing.

I’m taking classes. I realize I don’t have my overalls on. I must have left them in the bathroom. I excuse myself from class (which was a drag anyway). No they aren’t in the bathroom. So, I walk around in boxers, which isn’t so bad.

I go to the mall of the campus which functions like the Johnson center. They are going to be filming for a political rally. Some university staff asks me to refrain from entering that area because of my lack of pants.

I go outside and try another building module. This is a large, square empty room several stories high; the feel is of being in an abandoned silo. Here there is a metal stairway that’s torn and out in places; it’s just a broken stairway to nothing. I try to climb the stairs and it becomes an athletic struggle until I see the wrecked part of it. A couple of sophomoric guys come in an taunt me; eventually I realize are trying to get me to repeat a movie scene.

As I leave the building, the guys continue taunt me. One throws shit at me and it lands on my face and hair. “I’m a human being, too.” I say to express hurt feelings. A little later, I guess it’s clods of earth rather than shit.

I go into a little restaurant attached to the university. I’m not impressed with the place or the food I get. The guys there are stuck in their jobs, bleh.

I’m about to go on vacation with my family, but we only go for a day instead of the whole long weekend. That’s good because I have two papers due of the 24th.