Day Twenty-one
Using the last nightmare you remember as the basis, write
an absurdist comedy sketch.
It’s late at night. Two men stand on a roadside underneath a tree.
E: What are we doing back here again?
V: O, it’s someone’s dream.
E: Again? Don’t we have better things to do? Do we?
V: Do we?
E: I don’t know, do we?
V: I don’t know, do you?
E: No one tells me anything.
V: No one tells me anything, either.
E: Right.
V: Yes.
E: Exactly.
V: Is anything exact?
E: What do you mean?
V: I mean, is anything exact?
(E looks around suddenly)
V: That’s an interesting tree, isn’t it?
E: It’s fine, as trees go.
V: I suppose you’re right.
E: So why are we here again?
(Enter L on all fours)
L: Hee-haw.
E: That’s the worst fake donkey noise I’ve ever heard.
L: I can’t help it, I’m only following orders.
V: Orders from who?
E: You mean “whom”?
V: No, I mean “who.”
L: I always thought it was “whom.”
V: Quiet, ass.
L: I don’t know whose orders. I’m supposed to wait here.
E: We’re waiting, too.
V: What are we waiting for?
L: For someone to think of the last nightmare he had.
E: I could use a hamburger right about now.