oh my
Some show I'm watching a rehearsal of involves all these people getting into some kind of dance poses. Seems to be orgiastic. At a health club, around the steamy pool.
Later, I'm involved with the show, called in to sub a few hours before opening night, and my part involves mostly just walking around, in and out. I have one line. But I have a very thick script and haven't had a chance to highlight anything. I have tons of entrances. But I'm doing the usual wandering around with people, not getting anything done that I need to. Various Pentacle people are there. Lots of cattiness, and I'm the new one, so I have no idea what's going on and view everything with some amusement.
Somehow we're on this hilltop, suddenly, and Heather is talking to me and climbing down it on this huge skeletal wood frame - using it like a ladder. Covered in dry kudzu vines, maybe? As she gets to the bottom, the structure slips down so I can't get onto it. Somehow we get the unwieldy thing back up.
Then suddenly I'm needing to drive someplace, even though the show is just about to start. (Oh, wait, there's some business about escaping from a school building. Something horrible and dangerous is going on. We have to get out of there... eh, can't remember.) Anyway, driving around with someone in the passenger seat, and I'm showing her the most beautiful big houses in Delaware (which aren't really there, but I've dreamt about them before.) There's this amazing one with gargoyles dotting the perimeter of each floor, inserted into the brickwork. I want to examine it more, but have to drive away.
Out of the car and realizing that the show is about to start, and I'm very far away from where I have to be. I wish to myself, like I have so many times in waking hours, that I could just go "as the crow flies" and cross over all the traffic and just be there. The wind is blowing hard and I jump up and the wind carries me away! I'm not flying, but jumping lightly from rooftop to rooftop - although I don't think I'm even touching anything with my toes. All the rooftops in this place are ornate towers - there are gorgeous carvings and tiles. The treetops grow right around them. I'm marveling at the amazing designs and revelling in the wonderful feeling of leaping around as if I weigh nothing! I have supernatural control. I see a building with one of these towers, and beside it, lots of stovepipes, covered with different-colored ceramic tops, and I hop onto them, descending to the ground.
Suddenly I'm walking through in a hallway, lined with shops, on the way back to the theater. I fall in step with the producer/director, some guy I haven't met yet, in a suit. He's on his way to start the show. Some shopkeeper pins a brooch on him, and I suspect that the pin has been shoved into his chest. The director seems to be trying to conceal his discomfort as we speed along, but I keep looking at the brooch, and see what I think is the pin sticking into only the fabric of his suit. Then we stop and get to the doors, and get to a bunch of men waiting for him, and the director says breathlessly, "I've been stabbed." I look down and see that his lung has been punctured, and know he will die. Then the tall young guard he's looking at, in the middle of the crowd of men, says something like, "well, that's the point of life. To enjoy." (Or something to that effect - it stinks that I don't really know.)
I wake up.
What I now find to be incredible is that I have never actually flown in my dreams. I have only leapt like this, and only other time was when I was probably 8 years old, that time on a lake. (Well - maybe once when I was 13, too.) These instances are very rare and special and I luxuriate in the memory of the leaping when I wake up. It's always very sunny when this happens.
Something good is happening.
Later, I'm involved with the show, called in to sub a few hours before opening night, and my part involves mostly just walking around, in and out. I have one line. But I have a very thick script and haven't had a chance to highlight anything. I have tons of entrances. But I'm doing the usual wandering around with people, not getting anything done that I need to. Various Pentacle people are there. Lots of cattiness, and I'm the new one, so I have no idea what's going on and view everything with some amusement.
Somehow we're on this hilltop, suddenly, and Heather is talking to me and climbing down it on this huge skeletal wood frame - using it like a ladder. Covered in dry kudzu vines, maybe? As she gets to the bottom, the structure slips down so I can't get onto it. Somehow we get the unwieldy thing back up.
Then suddenly I'm needing to drive someplace, even though the show is just about to start. (Oh, wait, there's some business about escaping from a school building. Something horrible and dangerous is going on. We have to get out of there... eh, can't remember.) Anyway, driving around with someone in the passenger seat, and I'm showing her the most beautiful big houses in Delaware (which aren't really there, but I've dreamt about them before.) There's this amazing one with gargoyles dotting the perimeter of each floor, inserted into the brickwork. I want to examine it more, but have to drive away.
Out of the car and realizing that the show is about to start, and I'm very far away from where I have to be. I wish to myself, like I have so many times in waking hours, that I could just go "as the crow flies" and cross over all the traffic and just be there. The wind is blowing hard and I jump up and the wind carries me away! I'm not flying, but jumping lightly from rooftop to rooftop - although I don't think I'm even touching anything with my toes. All the rooftops in this place are ornate towers - there are gorgeous carvings and tiles. The treetops grow right around them. I'm marveling at the amazing designs and revelling in the wonderful feeling of leaping around as if I weigh nothing! I have supernatural control. I see a building with one of these towers, and beside it, lots of stovepipes, covered with different-colored ceramic tops, and I hop onto them, descending to the ground.
Suddenly I'm walking through in a hallway, lined with shops, on the way back to the theater. I fall in step with the producer/director, some guy I haven't met yet, in a suit. He's on his way to start the show. Some shopkeeper pins a brooch on him, and I suspect that the pin has been shoved into his chest. The director seems to be trying to conceal his discomfort as we speed along, but I keep looking at the brooch, and see what I think is the pin sticking into only the fabric of his suit. Then we stop and get to the doors, and get to a bunch of men waiting for him, and the director says breathlessly, "I've been stabbed." I look down and see that his lung has been punctured, and know he will die. Then the tall young guard he's looking at, in the middle of the crowd of men, says something like, "well, that's the point of life. To enjoy." (Or something to that effect - it stinks that I don't really know.)
I wake up.
What I now find to be incredible is that I have never actually flown in my dreams. I have only leapt like this, and only other time was when I was probably 8 years old, that time on a lake. (Well - maybe once when I was 13, too.) These instances are very rare and special and I luxuriate in the memory of the leaping when I wake up. It's always very sunny when this happens.
Something good is happening.