Dream CXCIII

My company had just finished distributing laptops to some people who worked in adult entertainment, including a number of performers.  They were very pleased with their machines, and after one of the women briefly serviced me, she offered me a visit to a combination brothel-film studio.

Once I arrived there, I was shown some very impressive "Western" style sets.

I was then offered a role in their latest adult film.  They dressed me up as Wolverine, and when the cameras started rolling I happily bounced around the set, attacking the villain Mister Sinister.  There was a script, but I ignored it, improvising jokes at Sinister's expense.

Once, Sinister broke off the top floor of a small building, and I was able to grab it and wrestle it back into place.

I was feeling pretty good about all of this, but I was made to understand that I had to stick to the script.  But they seemed pretty happy with my work.

For the next film, the producers insisted on following the script.  I couldn't figure out the story for this one, but it took a long time to put on my costume.  I couldn't even figure out who (or what) I was supposed to be.

The other performers were also in the dressing room, putting on their costumes.  They spent a lot of time complaining about just how bad the script was, and I wondered why they didn't just improvise as I did.