I was carrying a bunch of old chairs out of a room where set pieces were stored. I wasn’t sure why a restaurant had a theater’s set storage. Nearby in the restaurant, some sisters were watching a sports event online and kept cheering, but were trying to not be too loud. I put the chairs back because I realized that I didn’t need them.
I was with the old group and our bus broke down. We had to live in it by the side of the road.
A vaguely familiar person bought a fast food brand fat frier from a gross supermarket. The frier was a clear silicone tube. It came containing a live frog to cook.
The frog escaped into some person’s apartment. He was afraid that the frog would lay eggs and his apartment would be flooded with frogs. He saw it and tried to kill it with the tube, but missed. He yelled “Nooooooo!” and like a cinematic dolly shot, my vision became closer to his face.
I was playing dead on the lawn outside my building when my boss walked by and I tried to scare him, but ended up scaring some other people who were walking by. He had a huge folio with him. “My paper is probably in that very folio,” I exclaimed with excitement!
I discovered another floor in my building. Facilities had surveyed the building and came up with a more geographically accurate way to number rooms in the building. A different room had my number so I was confused about where our suite was. There wasn’t supposed to be an office, or props storage in our suite. That big green cabinet that my boss wants to throw away was there.
I was preforming a guitar solo at the building next door to the circus studio. I played a little bit of MK Ultra and Jacob said that I should include that. Jacob directed my anonymous long-haired band mate to hand me two strange tremolo bars with beads strung over them before my MK Ultra solo.