Last night I dreamed that I did stand up. I was totally in control of the stage but not in control of the audience, which is, I guess, the real point of doing stand-up: getting everyone on the same page as you and taking them along on your wild ride of hilariousness. Yep. that's what it's all about...I imagine.
At one point in the dream, I jumped off stage and went around to different audience members and did that "angry me" thing that I do when I get really intense about something and make weird eye contact with people. No one laughed, but I kept trying it out on different people.
Richard Pryor was there.
I avoided him after my show. I didn't want his notes.
And then Phylicia Rashad was there. And it was, like, a gospel meeting, and I think I was both trapped under the floor and in the audience.
If anyone has any ideas about what the hell this means, I would be happy to hear it.
Also, I have developed an unhealthy addiction to this:
I need all 20 of you to go to every grocery store you can, and destroy every jar you see. Otherwise, I will eat ALL OF THEM. WITH A SPOON. I have never felt like something had this kind of power over me...until now.
Finally, here are a few of the "normal" characters I have developed in class at Second City, as I should be keeping track of them:
1. "Do I look like I'm in my thirties" girl
2. "If I can't fit into this dress, I'll lose this job at Disney" girl
3. "I don't talk too much" girl (this one is actually really fun)