Rowdy’s Dream Blog #317: Toga Party!
G and I lead our two dogs through darkened hallways lined with folding chairs. We discover that wolves and badgers are sleeping under them. There is much exploratory, reciprocal sniffing, but no growling. We encounter two large pit bulls. As we pass them, I feel a pit bull’s muzzle pressed against the small of my back, but I continue walking calmly towards the door. We enter a well-lit room filled with people dressed in togas. A cheerful woman tells us that we are about to be treated to a special performance. We sit on sheet-covered bleachers, dressed in togas and wait for the show to begin.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #261: I have walked out onto the stage.
I am late for J's play. G is already there. I rush into the building and realize that I have walked out onto the stage. I put my head down and rush across to a plush chair and sit down. The actors continue talking to each other, saying their lines, doing their lives. I get a dirty look from a guy on my left in a black felt hat. I must be in his place.