curious dream during my bizarre sleep cycle this morning:

a fairly vivid dress rehearsal script read of some terrible, low-budget dramedy in which i had one line at the start of the one scene the group, all at a round of chairs in the same room, practised. afterward, cast members chatted in a dressing room about life & stuff. i can't fully recall the costume i wore, but i played the part of a southern U.S. cis woman working the front desk of some civil servant job, even tho they all knew i was trans. this description woefully understates what i recall from the dream, but none of the details make any logical sense at all so i won't bother trying to describe