This one played out like a television show, in that I wasn't in the dream, I felt as though I was watching it from afar.
There was a man named Tifty. I can't remember his first name. I'm not so sure he had one. He was starring in a one-man show on Broadway, about his life. I only saw part of the show. He had a real car up on stage, and the engine was "on fire." It looked real, but was just a special effect. If I'm not mistaken, Tifty was describing a time when his car blew up in Georgia. Suddenly, the car was REALLY on fire, and it exploded in a huge inferno. The audience was terrified.
Despite this, the show would wind up being a success (I think it was opening night), because the audience thought the fire was part of the show, and thought it was a great effect.
Fast forward to the end of the show. Tifty (who had very white hair, and a big, white mustache) was leaving the theatre. He was still wearing what he'd been wearing in the show: blue coveralls. It was dark, no one was around, and he was locking the stage door.
The dream suddenly switched over to the ER of a hospital. As nurses rushed by, asking where "Dr. Tifty" was, I figured out that this was his day job. Eventually, Dr. Tifty appeared, rushing around. He looked totally different. He was little, thin, and balding.
The police were after Tifty for murder, apparently (I knew this without having been told, oddly enough). They suspected he had killed a little girl, because they found her violin lying outside the stage door of the theatre where his show was running.
