In my dream last night, I was once again in New York. This time I was at an old theatre. Rachel, Finn, Artie, Kurt, Mercedes and Mr. Schuester were not glee clubbers, they were theatre geeks, and we were putting on a show. It was almost opening night -- Artie was messing with the sound, I was talking to Mercedes and Kurt and we were waiting on Rachel to get there. Kurt was upset about something (he felt stupid) and I guess we were trying to console him.
"I feel discarded," I told him. "I've been discarded by people over and over again, my whole life." We kept talking but then someone ran in and said Rachel was missing. Kurt left to find her and we all waited by the stage with Mr. Schuester. Then Kurt went missing.
I started crying and Finn hugged me, and FINALLY Kurt and Rachel showed up. We were so relieved we started talking about the play we were going to do together after this one -- Oliver Twist.
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