Last night I had a dream where for some reason we were all staying at this one apartment-- I guess because we were on tour or something. Anyway, everyone was fighting with each other for one reason or another. One girl punched another guy. Somehow Eric and I decided not to live together anymore and I was living in a dorm with one of the girls in the troupe. She had found this co-ed dorm and given me a corner of the room. There was no room for my stuff. Also they didn't allow cats. I had to give Taylor and Lillith to Eric.
No one wanted to do any of the shows because they had all been spending so much time together in this apartment/hotel type thing and in every room someone was complaining about someone else, and for some reason it was my job to make sure everyone got to the theatre on time. I remember I was carrying one person over my shoulder and kicking another one into my car, and one of them turned around and said to me, "I'll go, but you better not put me in the Pan Left/ Pan Right." And the other on my shoulder whipped around and said, "Oh, doesn't it just suck to have to be in the show. At least you're in the show. I never get to do anything. I just sit there."
Then there were nine people in my car and they were all complaining about the fact that I had forgotten the lions, which I guess were very important to the show that evening, and I was trying to explain that the producer had forgotten to get them signed in at customs or something, and it wasn't my fault, and they were like, "You've used that producer excuse one too many times."
