A Sassy Belt

I wake up to Kirk gently flagellating me with his member. Only it's longer than usual - long enough for him to wrap around his waist and tie as a belt.

Groovy

Tony was so impressed with the way that What You've Done was staged that he decided to do the same thing with Full Circle. Only, our cast was way too big to fit into a little Project Rowhouse. So he found a low-ceilinged ranch house out in the suburbs. He asked Kirk to come up with a new design, something to fit the architecture. Kirk covered the floors in thick shag carpetting, the walls in dark wood panelling and shiny silver, blue and brown wallpaper, and threw lots of low Noguchi coffee tables and groovy floor pillows everywhere. There was also a creek, with large river stones. All the women actors now wore the Pamela suit, unbottoned, with a cigarette dangling from one hand and a rocks glass in the other. The baby disappeared from the play. People started making out in corners and behind doors, so you could just see their bare feet peeking out.

Cities

I dreamed of cities. No people. Just cities.

everyday at the Axiom...

Computer screens everywhere. Disks littering the floor and crunching underfoot. Dammit! I wasn't supposed to walk on those. Now they're useless. I have to upgrade each of the computer screens. There are hundreds of them. I don't know how. There isn't a slot for inserting the upgrade disks, and even if there were, I've just broken half of the disks, and the other half aren't labelled.

Jumbled Mess

everything is jumbled and fading fast. What I remember:

Four IBP company members, standing in a row, on an old-fashioned proscenium stage. I can't identify which company members they are, because they all look like Spanky Hamm from Drawn Together. They're all naked except for a metal codpiece. The third company member/Spanky Hamm has a codpiece with an oversized coin slot. They are waiting for me to do something.

Kirk and I are in Hamman Hall at Rice U, waiting to see a Pussycat Dolls performance. It's important, even crucial that we get in to see the show. It's even more important that we have ice cream before we take our seats, though, so we go over to the ice cream bar even though the show is about to start. Beyond the ice cream bar is a vast meadow, complete with sun shining, birds chirping, small woodland creatures romping without ever pooping, but I need to get ice cream and go into the show, so I try to ignore the meadow and get my treat. The server is slow. It takes him forever to put the ice cream in the damn bowls. When he's done, I realize that I need some crunchy sprinkles. More waiting. More mess. It's maddening, waiting for my ice cream, but I have to have it. We miss the entire performance.

I'm at the Axiom. Tamarie comes in wearing aviator goggles, outlandish make up and multiple corsages that look like they may have been awards of some kind at a 4-H Club. She and Elaine have just gotten wasted at Rudz. She giggles and runs away, and I get out her yoga mat. The walls of the Axiom dissolve, and I'm too embarrassed to do yoga where people might see me.

Crumbling walls. Lots of mirrors that aren't actually mirrors when I get up close to them - just pieces of cheap glass leaned against a darkly painted wall. I can hear voices through vents. Are they talking about me?