Finally I had to give up and at casacorona's urging, board a bus to go see a traditional opera. Turns out we were in some post-Communist central or eastern European country, and were heading off to a grand opera house which had been built in a cave to protect it from the Turks or the Russians or the Germans. The streets were very Second World, except for all the old American cars (as if this were Cuba).
On the bus, 2muchexposition was handing out plastic grocery bags and condoms. It was our job, editors and writers and suchlike, to knot the condoms to the middle of the bag so they could be filled with bat guano, and thus used as props in the opera we were about to see. Much chattering speculation ensued as to the nature of these props and what they would mean, but I woke up before we were able to find out.
And people wonder where I get my ideas.
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