Running and Jumping

I just had the weirdest dream in the world.

Well, maybe not.

But! In it, I was directing a play, and it was the TRAIN WRECK of TRAIN WRECKS.

At least the organization of the thing. You know, the classic---we're opening, and I suddenly realize I haven't actually given the actors any direction. Its in the black box, and I don't actually know what time the show starts. As a result, at 9:30, suddenly I look down at a program and realize that we said the show was starting at 7:30. The ushers set up chairs all through the space, not leaving a stage, then facing in different directions. General chaos. Show starts. Colin Mannex drives an escalade over someone in the audience (again, as part of the show). The show is somewhere between the Vagina Monologues and the Laramie Project, except its about traditional male gender roles. I'm watching, and watching, and realize I haven't set anything that is happening.

But you know what? It ended up...well, having some redeemable qualities. Was kinda interesting.

Then I wake up, and slowly come to the realization that no such play exists. So? I think I might write it. Hmmmmm....