the end of my career in theater, I guess...

oh brain
you are not subtle, when you are done with a thing
I was dreaming I was working for a small theater company, and they wanted me to make things
from brightly colored shit
actual human feces
onstage
and I was stirring it around, and thinking about processes,
like drying it and cutting it and forming it and hot glue, and also
thinking that life was too short,
and then
and then
and then
they wouldn't pay me
so I walked out, and down the stairs
of this enormous old mill building
and each floor had another tiny theater company doing a thing
and they looked like great people!
doing imaginative things! great work!
but it smelled funny!
and I was mad, so I kept going down and out of the building
and I woke up, amused and outraged on my own behalf
and thinking - heh, yeah, I guess I don't need to do that any more, do I?

I told Al
and he laughed and laughed