Thread: Oldmanblue's Journal Of Dreams

*I am rushing to some sort of stage to put on a performance. I get to the "stage" which consists of white walls on either side of me and a wooden bar. I cannot see the audiance but I cna hear them. I get the idea that they can see me.
I sit at a wooden bar stiol, and drink champagne out of a clear shot glass. I very quickly become drunk and cannot leave the stool. Instead, when i try to move, I sort of teeter on the stool to get to where I want to be.
My turn to perform comes up and a man leads me up several sets of stairs and into an attic. There is a tv in the middle of semi-circle of people sitting in chairs. it is dark. they all cheer for me to perform so I do. I am still drunk. The TV turns on to a clip from the Simpsons. I do nothing. Suddenly my mouth is full and I gesture to the audiance to wait while I chew and swallow (which seems impossible).
The clip ends but before I can explain myself, the audiance is booing and my dream ends.