I had a dream that Isaac took me to a fancy party in L.A. with a bunch of musicians and media types. There was a fancy sit-down dinner at the party, and while we were sitting they did one of those things where there’s a big commotion and you’re like “What’s going on?” and then it turns out that the ruckus was planned and scripted and bursts into song.
They performed a play that was set in Small Town America, where Jesus and The Devil were running for mayor.
At one point, they had an audience participation section, and they brought me up there to deliver a speech in favor of Jesus or The Devil for mayor, but they wouldn’t tell me which one I was supposed to be supporting, so I had to give a persuasive speech that would apply equally to either one.
sigh, I wish I remembered that speech!