I have had this recurring nightmare – of being up there on the stage, and seeing the auditorium full of faces I dislike. How the hell do I perform? The act changes involuntarily. I make an extempore speech and there is a stunned silence. For once, my opponents have nothing to say.
Happy with my vengeful act, I walk down the aisle and find them all dead. Whoa! I hadn’t imagined life could be so good.
I walk out of the exit door – and find that I am in the land of the dead.
“Idiot– you thought you could live on.”