I was... downloading porn from a friend. It was odd, though, I was downloading an animation with sound, though it was in GIF format. Well, I saved that to disk, and then I copied it to a floppy. My parents came into my room and I covered the window on the screen with the porn with another window. Then they left and I took the disk and went out driving.
I took the '95 Subaru Legacy wagon. I had the porn in the seat next to me, and for some reason, though I had put it on a floppy disk, I had it in a dvd case with a picture on the front as if it were a porn rental. I was driving past the CVS in West Newton, and there was a sort of toll you had to pass, but there was a policewoman at the toll and she was filling up cars with gas. I showed her my driver's license while quickly fumbling with the dvd to shove it under the seat, and she gave me a full tank, while making some joking small talk. I quickly drove off as she handed back my license.
I kept driving down Washington Street, and when I came to the turn where you can get onto the Mass. Pike, the road was different than I expected. It merged into the highway going right, but then the highway ended. It was blocked off, and was all undergoing construction. But there were little arrows that seemed to be pointing to acceptible lanes, though there were no acceptible lanes. I was not in my car anymore, and I started following the arrows. But then someone who must have been working on the highway came in my direction and I quickly turned around and walked back up the ramp where there was no construction. I was wearing my trenchcoat.
I drove down the highway, but it was a different highway now, in a different direction. It was much sunnier out but cold. Finally I got to the apartment complex where my friend was supposed to live. I had plans to meet her... she lived in the last house on the right. But I didn't know what number it was. I pulled the car off into the complex, which was surrounded with high chain-link fence, and drove past the imposing warehouse-like buildings. I got to the end and took a right, but I didn't see any parking. I turned around and got back onto the highway, going in the other direction. There was a small parking lot off the side of the road. Broken glass was scattered over the spaces in the lot among small piles of sand. A man with a red, rusted, broken-down truck was parked nearby.
Then my play was going up again. I had already performed Thursday, Friday and Saturday, but we were doing something Monday. It wasn't exactly the play, but it was more of an improv-- a sort of a parody on our play and its production. I was ushered onstage by my director who shoved a retainer into my mouth, which made me gag... but then he shoved more retainers in and they fit all the same. My director took a sort of pen and drew all over my lips, and I found myself center stage with a friend of mine who acts. We were in black plastic chairs. He made a joke to the audience... nobody laughed until I replied to his joke. But one man in the audience got up and said to us that the joke was racist and distasteful. I felt as if I was choking on the retainers in my mouth.