This morning you wake up from troubled dreams and find yourself transformed into an avant guarde New York writer and performer. Your new hands rest limply on your effette intellectual frame as you look at yourself in the large mirror across the bed. The face of a young-ish Spalding Gray is looking back at you. You close your eyes attempting to wake yourself back in your usual form, but continue to reappear in what looks like a Gray Spalding of the 1980s or 1990s.

THIS IS A DREAM!

This is not a dream. You sigh deeply and look out the window. The weather has turned a muddy gray and you suddenly realize that you are not alone. An alien presence is hovering 15000 ft above your bedroom window, yet you feel its wisdom descend upon you inside the same room.

Your message tells you that the only way out of this nightmare is to live it through. You resign to being Gray and are now resolute to find a way back to yourself through Gray’s life. Suddenly the phone rigs.

PICK UP

LET THE ANSWERING MACHINE PICK IT UP gray