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I am now in a theater with not only lots of people, who are moving around doing things besides watching the performance that seems to be going on regardless, but there is also lots of stuff everywhere that people seem to be moving around.
Feels very unfocused and cluttered.
As I try to focus on the stage, I wonder if the performance has started or not? It appears to have, yet none of the audience seems to care, as if it's not really a performance at all.
The type of performance resembles the modern dance style and energy of Martha Graham, yet that was not her name in the bill. The name looked Italian or French, I couldn't pronounce it, yet alone read it.
The faces of the dancers looked chimp-like, bold and rough.
Soon, I begin to get caught up in all that's going on around me, with people moving things around. It seems that everyone is moving everything out of the theater and into outside buildings and vehicles. I am inclined to help and I do, but I want to keep watching the performance, which continues regardless.......
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I find myself on stage with my little sister Bella, pulling me along, seemingly coordinating.
My grandpa, who suffers from Alzheimer's is sitting in a chair, smiling and watching all that is happening.