Second City Dreams

I dreamed last night that Keegan Michael Key was in my improv class, and Josh Funk was teaching. My downstairs neighbor was also in my class, and she raised her hand and complained that she didn’t get enough time to perform. “That’s cuz you suck,” I thought (because I’m a total jerk in my dreams, apparently).

Then I had a long conversation with KMK about what a biatch my neighbor was, and then the scene totally devolved into weirdness… I had to cross treacherous waters to get to a fake ship and everyone was trying to… I don’t know, hurt me? Then I thought I accidentally killed someone… anyway, it was madness. Moral: Don’t eat at midnight after watching 3 improv shows…


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