Frustrating!

Cirque du soleil was putting on a show in our theatre and they needed overhire labor. There was some sort of odd audition process that pretty much everyone I know was attending. It seemed odd that so many non-theatre people were trying to get this temporary job. The person that was leading this audition/interview process was giving some shitty speech about how excellent it is to work for cirque, how you have to give 110%, how not many of us would make it to the next round, etc when she flipped a switch by leaning against the wall. It turned on a blacklight, revealing all the highlighter coloring we'd been doing at a party the night before on each other's arms and faces. At first she was shocked that we'd partied the night before, then she couldn't stop laughing and told anyone that wasn't in our group that they could just leave.

The next part of it all involved a long distance run with interviews along the way, to see if you could stay focused on your task at hand (running) while being bothered/distracted. My longtime friend Heather was set to interview me and so we ended up just running together, and catching up. She told me I was going to get the job as a permanent thing, she'd seen their notes from the first round. For some reason, this did not excite me. I didn't want to have to stay in Austin forever, or travel with Cirque. I just wanted to get home, and no matter how fast or how long I ran, I couldn't get out of the city.

Don't read too much before bed...

If you haven't read The Hunger Games Series, I definitely recommend them.

I dreamed I was in a tournament just like in the first book of the series. It was kill or be killed and the government was watching. Actually, the entire world was watching it as a television series, though unlike in the books, the people watching didn't know it was real... they just thought it was another show. I never ran into the other contestants, thankfully, because I was terrified. I had my ipad and was trying desperately to get into contact with Boyfriend and parents... anyone really. I didn't know where I was, but I couldn't help but think I was in Nebraska.

I thought, "I'm going to die here" and woke up. While snoozing I kept having snippets of dreams that were press releases, I think, about my disappearance, and the actions of the other contestants. My theatrical rigging professor, Rusty, was one of the reporters and I was pretty sure that he was on my side (and perhaps because he knew me, he realized it wasn't just a television show?)

Either way, weird one.

Mission: Groceries

I'm sorry posts have been infrequent. I have been working hard and crashing, and either not remembering my dream or just not having one.

At any rate, I had a string of unpleasant dreams last night. Here's a bit:

I was in the grocery on some sort of mission that didn't involve buying groceries, though now I can't remember for the life of me what it was. The workers were trying to kill me, and I was relying entirely on Boyfriend to distract them so I could get out. I met up with him in the toys aisle and was planning on talking strategy on how to exit the store without them seeing me when he grabbed what I thought was a toy ninja star and started attacking me. Definitely wasn't a toy. I sprinted away from him and ran into my boss, Dacosta. He acted friendly and I thought I might be able to get him to help me leave the grocery. Moments later, he too turned on me and was trying to kill me. I was running through the store (which now that I think about it was a lot more like a WalMart than a grocery), slipping when i took too sharp of right turns, trying to avoid everyone as I now knew that the people trying to kill me had managed to buy out/convince everyone I thought I could trust (there were people other than Boyfriend and Dacosta, but that's fuzzy now).

Another dream in which I just want to take a shower.

I was at a summer camp-like place and was trying desperately to sneak out of an event of some sort that the entire camp was being forced to attend. I really wanted to get across the camp to be able to shower in the good showers. I was running stealthily through a wooded place, avoiding guards and ducking behind buildings at unnecessary times. It was AWESOME. I finally made it to the building with all the showers, and after ducking one last guard, I ran inside. The floor was full of holes. Imagine a drop ceiling, except on the floor and three out of five of the tiles are missing and below is just an endless pit. I can see the fantastic showers on the other side of the room and begin inching my way, Indiana-Jones style, across the broken, disjointed floor. I make it to the showers but a guard comes in the building (though I'm not sure if he heard me or if it was just part of his rounds). He sees me and starts yelling and making his way across the room (much slower than I had been earlier). I wait until he is no longer in the doorway and dash across another part of the room so I can get behind him/out of the building before he has the ability to make it back to the door. I make it, just barely.

I run for the exit of the camp and just outside come across an old acquaintance. She is standing on the side of the road, sobbing. She tells me that everyone thinks she is too fat (she is a hefty girl, but I'm certainly not going to make this worse). I talk her down and tell her that everything is going to be okay, but I really have to leave because I'm being chased by the camp guards. She tells me to go into her friends apartment, just down the street, and that she will tell the guards that I went another way.

I make it into the apartment and it is a mess. There are pipes leaking from the ceiling, all the furniture is hidden beneath never-unpacked boxes. They seem to have expected me, because there is a note on the breakfast bar saying they'd cleaned the bathroom for me. I was fairly terrified with how the bathroom would look when the entryway and living room looked completely awful, but it turned out to be absolutely pristine. I got the shower I'd been trying to get earlier and fell asleep on a bed that wasn't mine.