Miscellaneous Mental Musings of an Emerging Artist
Next weekend is my last weekend in Too Much Light until October. For whatever reason, this current run has felt much longer than it actually was.
Last night I had a dream in which I was performing the show, and former Chicago Bull Dennis Rodman was in the audience, sitting in the seat in the first row furthest stage right.
I sat next to him watching a play being performed that apparently made some sort of reference to him–not in a disparaging or complimentary way, just as a sort of casual mention of the name “Dennis Rodman.”
I remember Dennis began to weep openly for no discernible reason.
Before I could ask, I woke up.