We are at a theatre. A man needs help with his play. C. wonders if he is the son of a famous actor. I think he is the son of Jeremy Allen White. He wants to be pushed with speed to the stage with his trolley so that he can jump onto the stage. During his performance, we sit on the stage and play. The break we make is so perfect that he, as the director, cheers with a clenched fist in the audience. A little too noticeable, in my opinion. The play continues. Part of the audience is sitting around the corner, so they can't see everything. The actor shows me pictures of his room that look like my play or my dreams. On the photo I see a mattress on a white floor, in front of it a white fur rug. I keep my distance from the actor.