Last night I dreamed I was an A.D. again, this time for a woman—not a bitch like Karen, though. We got chauffeured around in town cars and limos. Matt Guerra was there. I think he was in the show. We kept holding these really weird auditions in darkly lit elementary schools. This wasn't weird to me at the time, though. Then the director told me that I should always wear gray to the auditions, but then the casting director said "he's alright" and then the director said, "well if [so-and-so] says you're alright then I guess you are."
As it turned out, we were holding our auditions in the classroom of an A.C.E. school. But the P.A.C.E.s were smaller, about half the size of normal. I was gonna tell my mom all about it and then I woke up.
There was this whole other part at Disneyland waiting in a line and eating ice cream. I don't know. It was mostly madness, but I think the A.D. section and the A.C.E. sections may have something to them.