Oct.22.2020

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So basically a play was going on and we all had characters. It was more of a reading for obvious reasons (pandemic). So we had our scripts and we were walking around the parking lot of my mom's last apartment performing. (My character's name was Number 10).

I don't know exactly what the play was about but we got to the corner parking spot thing and we were finishing up the script and finally we all understand it.

So like the other number wasn't being hunted all those years ago and it turns out number 10 was and still is and will be dying. My friend, Amy, got all upset and wouldn't invite me to her birthday cause she thought if I was gonna die I might get sick somehow and that could be at her party.

Before all of this there was also some annoying kid and I don't remember exactly how we'd met or... wait I got it.
So there was something about Dear Evan Hansen going on and like... okay so we were.... wait yeah so me and this guy (I'm not sure who it was) were walking to this car I think it was our Uber or something. I wanna cry cause he was literally pregnant.

So as we left my mom's apartment building this old woman (looking suspiciously like that one woman from Glee Kurt was friends with) came up to us and started talking and asked him what he wanted to be and he said "idk maybe a writer?" And she was being really bigoted and sexist and said "that's not a job for a man and it's not going to get you anywhere in life."

I poked in and said I wanted to be an author or an actress and she said the same thing and brushed me off. So at this point we were sick of this lady. I forget if we kept arguing or what it was but we got to the car and we were about to get in and she starts arguing with us.

This guy comes over maybe he's a cop or something and he goes "is there a problem" and I'm trying to explain she's being rude and my friend is pregnant so the stress isn't good. Somehow we start talking about Dear Evan Hansen and the deleted scene, I'm not really sure how this happened.

Then my friend was gone and we started doing the play so I wrote this entire dream backwards.

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