I dream of dada

From our dear friend, the Frog Spirit:

Acting in some sort of play.
Everyone loved it but afterward no one wanted to touch me because I was stinky from performing.

The one person I was trying to impress by doing the play kept slipping away. One person in the audience stays and reaches out their hand while kneeling while everyone leaves. Went to the bathtub in the theatre but it was filled with piles of stinky foam and plastic. Pulled all of it out onto the floor. Someone walks in and interupts me.