An unexpected parting from Alan Rickman
I had a very pleasant dream this morning: I was in a theatre with a steeply raked auditorium, and there was some problem with my seat, so, as there were two free in front of me, I asked those sitting nearby if they'd mind my climbing down into one of those. And they were fine about it, and then I realised the man now on my right was Alan Rickman.
A few hours later, I checked Twitter and found that Alan Rickman had died. This is probably not as strange a coincidence as it seems; I often sleep with the radio on, and sometimes I wake from a vivid dream to find it bears some relation to a current news story, which I evidently absorbed while semi-conscious.
I'm sorry I never met Alan Rickman, who appears from tributes today to have been a very good person to know, and I only saw him on stage once (to my eternal regret, it was not as Valmont in Les Liaisons Dangereuses, though in my mind I can almost see that performance). But he was so nice in the dream - as lovely as he looks in the photo above - and I'm glad to have had that unexpected imaginary farewell.
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