I dreamed I was in a play. I wrote down my lines in red marker on a square pillow that I kept on my lap while performing on stage. On the night of the show the stage lights were red and green and I was unable to see my writing on the pillow. I decided I would blurt things out that were unplanned but presumably could fit. "Of course Mr. Barclay has money," I said. I considered these universal lines and decided this meant they could apply to any play at any moment. Perhaps I have been listening to too many politicians lately.
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