On the way to the Hangout, I'm pulled over. I don't have my license, updated insurance, registration, anything. The deputy went to OU, though, so he lets me off. Apparently I was speeding, running stop signs, tailgating, and driving erratically. I hadn't been to the Hangout yet, but I was already drunk. So I show up at the Hangout, and time passes by, and the bar closes. I'm sitting there playing on a computer, looking at portraits or photographs or something. Les is cleaning up the bar. I'm embarrassed to be there, for some reason. Like I don't belong. At some point I leave, pledging to come back. I'm at our theatre, but it isn't our theatre. Drew, the guy who plays Reuben, is sitting in a shadow in the dark. It's like 3am, but the ticket office is still open. They ask me if I want tickets and I say no, I'm just picking up some season ticket brochures. On a small TV, Jim (who plays Simeon) is singing "One More Angel" on The Tonight Show. Except it's not Jim, and the other people on the stage with him aren't from our show. But it's our show nonetheless. It's very dark. I leave, and head back to the Hangout.Except it's not the Hangout anymore, it's in a different place... it's in an alley in some small town, and it's more like a pub. There are lights outside, and Ed is locking the place up. I go around back and they're having a picnic. It's the usual Hangout crew, along with a few cast members from my play. The Hangout has all these picnic tables behind it now. It's 4:45am but the sun is shining brightly... I think to myself, "this is because we 'fell back' yesterday." This guy from Napoleon, John Lauf, shows up, and I start telling him how I built picnic tables just like these for a picnic behind the house of Bob Heft, who used to be our mayor (and also designed the 50 star flag, as he likes to remind people). But once again I feel out of place. Like I don't belong. Embarrassed to be there, and knowing the only reason why. Les approaches me, asks me what I got for my birthday. It was my birthday yesterday. I didn't get anything for my birthday; in fact, nobody even acknowledged it.Depressing dream, eh? I gotta get in the shower.
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