How lame

[thefuriouscynic]

Last night I dreamt that I was directing a production of Titus Andronicus starring my father. It was staged in the middle of an old city centre. The actors were all rigged with those little invisible mouthpiece mics, which malfunctioned, and they couldn't be heard. I was really embarrassed and left after a disastrous first act, and awakened feeling

Comments

[jmargethe]

wow, that's pretty transparent, eh?

(also, can we pretend that the next sentence in your dream description is "And then my dad took a poop on my head!"?)

[thefuriouscynic]

"And then a bad cow (aka my dad) took a poop on my head!"

(I'm actually impressed that my subconscious chose to mix it up a little - I wouldn't have been surprised if it were a production of Electra).

[jmargethe]

Titus Andronicus IS pretty awesome though.

my first thought was just about the whole performance anxiety aspect of the dream...but why that play in particular? hmm? hmm?

[thefuriouscynic]

Yeah, I like it too. So violent, yay! But seriously, the slightest whisper of a thought of Titus hasn't crossed my mind in years. Maybe it was because The Remains of the Day was on last night? Anthony Hopkins? Maybe?