Pizza Cult

Date: 1/15/2017

A family gathering in the countryside. I made up with Sue and Uncle Peter. When it ended, I drove with my sister in a 4 wheel drive. We drove fast over the muddy road, almost skidding. At one point, following the Sat Nav and other traffic, we drove into large, old, stone-built farm shop. There were pigs inside, in the mud, and farmers. I had to execute a tight turn, trying not to run over any of the pigs. Nobody minded us driving inside, though they were a little tense and gave me advice. Danger - in a town, a pizza place was being run by a cult. I went inside partly out of fascination. Ruby from the Yard came in. She welcomed me back with a hug. I felt like I'd not been held in ages, so I hugged her for a long time. I think she took it to mean I desired her. It was a little awkward but fine. She showed me a flyer and explained there was an acting class, and they wanted me to come and be there as a previous artist Summer, hot. Jayna let me stay for free in an AirBnb flat on the corner of the Strand. It was a one room flat, French in style - metal shutter windows and tiles. I was there alone. The Yard were running their summer acting school. Lots of young actors in black t-shirts were queuing up on the pavement outside a West End theatre. I looked at the flyer. I had a longing to tell them not to be so clean and employable - I imagined the slogan, "never cry off stage!" As part of the training a photo shoot was happening on the strand. Jay or Huw were taking photos of the actors; I cycled up and hugged the photographer in front of everyone - I was conscious that they realised I was important. I felt very relaxed and happy; cycling away down the strand I thought 'this is what it's like when I look after my vitality!' Henry Stringer, me and a woman (?) spent the night in Jayna's AirBnb flat. When we woke up, we wanted to tell each other our dreams. We tried to establish the order for who should speak first - we decided Henry, because he was closest to the wall. Someone left the flat. Henry asked him back to arrange a celebration because life was so good. The guy leaving was a 12 step person. He was dressed very chic, with friends. He ignored Henry. I said 'I know some people like that find it hard to celebrate.' I went running out onto the Strand and told him to come back later for a drink. I went to a 12 step meeting in the West End. I was sharing about the free flat, how I was being paid just to hang out around the acting school. I showed a map of how central everything was. People were amazed and jealous. I felt I shouldn't share about it, because I would jeopardise my good luck. We were all sat under a roof in an open space. An orchestra started playing behind us, as part of the meeting. Someone was talking loudly in a deliberately stupid voice. I started shouting at them that they were a hippy, that their sense of humour was too anodyne and clean, and they should grab their balls to get some proper weight into their jokes. It turned a little sour. Someone said that Jayna had somehow raised a couple of thousand pounds to build a brick hut next to the AirBnb property on the Strand. I wondered if I'd be able to stay in it once she came back.