[b][u]August 28 - ND - Friends, Colleagues and Acquaintances[/u][/b]
[ND]I have joined a group of friends to watch a play. I don't know what the name was, but it was pretty dramatic. The coolest part about the whole thing, I thought, was that it was an interactive experience. We were all taken to this large room that seemed like a covered sports court. Here, we sat in cushions that were facing the middle of the area, where everything was enacted pretty much close to us. As the play started, a man with a top hat and a circus-like look talked to all about the show. He approached me and asked me to hold a baby fox, which I did with pleasure. It was a really cute cub, although heavier than I expected. I had to held it up, as if it was standing, while he did something else. It bit me on the hand, but other than surprising myself and others, it didn't hurt, so there were no hard feelings and we all laughed about it.

The play goes on and takes a sad, dramatic tone. I notice there's some people I knew from college on it. They stare at me sometimes during the act, which makes me uncomfortable. At some point I stand up and sneak back to other part of the audience, where B. was sitting. We talk briefly, but B. wouldn't be quiet. I was worried others might think badly of us, so I avoided talking. At some point, after we had already shut up, comes up this small girl who worked on the play. She half-jokingly starts to scold us for talking. Strangely, she says we were talking about the game Counter-Strike. We're confused. Others join her scolding, which makes the audience start to talk. Her attention shifts to them and soon everyone's making a lot of noise. I was glad that there was no more attention on us.

The dream shifted to later, when everyone was leaving the theater. All had fun, but now the groups were gathering in cars and such and leaving. It was raining, and since it was too late in the middle of the night, there was no public transportation. I didn't have anyone to give me a ride, and I realize that I'm not myself, but R., a friend of mine (friends with Ga., Gu. and P. as well. Unusual name). I soon find other guys who didn't have rides either, and the five of us start looking for a solution. Suddenly, it's starting to rise the sun. A guy our age shows up with this strange Arabian costume. We seem to know him, and jokingly call him Apostle or "Rei Mago" (the way the "Magi" or "Wise Men" from the Bible are called in Portuguese), since he looked like a Biblical figure dressed like that. He patiently ignores the jokes. Apparently, by this point, I'm myself again, though I can't tell when the shift happened.

Since it was almost daytime now, we figure that we could use the subway or something like that, but we didn't have enough money. It's suddenly morning, and our Apostle friend is working in a small shack nearby. We finally realize what was up with the costume - he worked on that shack for this lady, selling incense, so he had that costume to complete the whole thing. We ask him for help, asking him to spare some money. I ask him for 10 bucks, and he seems skeptical. We then realize there's 5 of us, and since one of the guys points out the subway would be 3 bucks for each (not real), it'd be safer to ask him for a 20. He sighs and asks the lady owner if he can accompany us to the subway. She says it's okay, so we leave. Now that I think of it, I'm not sure why he was accompanying us.

As we arrive in the subway, again I find it crowded with people I know or have studied with. We meet this girl who was in her late 20s, who we recognize as an ex-teacher of ours. She's surprised to meet us - we try to hide we were getting our friend to help us, but she finds out and insists that she gives us the money instead. I'm not sure if I took it or not. We continue walking, and I'm suddenly distracted to see Ramona Flowers, from the Scott PIlgrim movie - Yes, it was Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Ramona Flowers, but in the dream I thought of her as really Ramona. I'm really excited to see her, and try to come up with a way to go over talk to her.