uh oh
The last few nights I have had a recurring dream where I am in rehearsal for a play. The play is (hahaha I am laughing as I consider the implications) a Greek tragedy. The lines are lovely and eloquent. Each night I am getting better at remembering my lines but the director thinks my performance is weak.
I am kind of of the James Hillman school of thought that avoids trying to box up images into a definitive interpretation but I think some things here seem a bit obvious.
The play is like my life. I never really feel like I do it perfectly but I always strive for perfection or to improve my performance. What I do is never quite good enough.
I thought the idea that the lines were lovely and eloquent was important. They weren't my lines -- I wasn't the author -- but I admired them and found them inspiring. I think thsi reflects my appreciation of literature. That there is meaning and beauty in words. I felt honored being able to recite them. I was kind of sad this morning that I couldn't remember them outside the dream. I really do like Greek verse.
I think the director was ok with my delivery of the lines. I think he wanted me to consider my actions more. Things like my placement on the stage, body movements and stuff like that. Maybe he thinks I am all talk and no action. That I need to put more thought in my participation.
The Greek tragedy? Well, I certainly have character flaws and it is entirely possible they will be my undoing. Though ... I wasn't the main character so maybe there is some hope!
I am thrilled that it was a play. Play has been a really important theme in my life lately. I have been trying to appreciate my leisure time more. I'm sure that the dream play is a reflection of that theme in my life.
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