Last night I dreamt that I was about to go on in a play, and it was a scene that I had never rehearsed and I didn't know the character's name and they were paused, waiting for me to come on and I was scanning the script quickly, trying to find at least my first line, and then I'd wing it from there. Just as I found it, I was shoved onstage.

After I got off-stage, I looked at the script and found that I had actually improvised two of the lines exactly correctly, but the rest was a bit of a mess. And I thought:

"How funny! It's a real-life actor's nightmare!"

Then I dreamt that this girl was on a front porch, trying to do the evening news, trying to read the TelePrompter, and she was having just the most terrible time, so I thought I'd help her out and I got in the chair and realized that the problem was that the TelePrompter was halfway behind my left shoulder, and I was supposed to be looking into the camera in front of me, and the words kept getting away from me. And I thought:

"How funny! It's a real-life actor's nightmare!"

Then I woke up and realized that they were not in fact real-life actor's nightmares, but just plain old actor's nightmares.

One year ago today:
"Because they found a house full of bombs on Union."

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