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I have been having something of a reoccurring dream for the past few months now. It is something of a re-occurring dream because the details are different every time.... but the overall feel is the same.
Alright, lets try to explain this. The reoccurring theme is this: I am back in high school, and I am in a play. Its opening night, and I am being put into costume. I keep trying to get at my lines to make sure I have them memorized, but other things keep getting in the way so I am unable to. The entire first part of the dream is me getting ready and being worried because I can't find part of my costume or I don't have any makeup on and I don't know what I should do...
Finally all works out and I get on stage and the play starts- and I realize that I haven't learned any of my lines. Its not that I forget my lines, I just realize that I hadn't spent any time trying to learn them. So I sit there, terribly awkward like, hoping beyond hope that my first scene isn't for a while so I can go memorize the lines. Generally, I wake up before anything happens, and I just feel really terrible, like I let an entire cast down. Then I pee, go back to bed, and all is alright.
So this dream ran along the same lines, but with a tiny bit of a different aspect: I continued the dream after the part I normally wake up on. This dream involved me playing an elderly woman (as usual), but (please don't be racially offended here... it was a dream) she was different than my normal characters because she was black. African American? I don't know if she was suppose to be American... anyway, she was a very strong black woman, supposed to be sort of a powerful, strong symbol of the play. The entire begining of the dream was me running around trying to find someone to help me with my makeup, because I didn't want to do blackface- I thought it would be terribly insulting. So a woman helped me by slowly darkening my face with layers and layers of darker makeup, and then lightly sponging gold over everything to give it an honorable look. ((No, I don't think thats how it works nor do I condone doing the 'blackface' thing. Yet again, Dream. so it seemed to work.)) and all in all it came out wonderfully. A boy in the play and I were walking around as we waited to get costumes, and all I could think about what how I probably should be checking up on my lines... but the boy kept trying to get my attention by complimenting(well, sort of) my outfit and look. "She's not thin... but she is curvy. it works really well on you." and I would reply "yeah, I am fat, I get it." and he would just kind of sigh.
So after a long start of complications, the play finally began. The house was full (and the chairs were rather steep... very close to the stage, even at the top.). My director asked everyone to get into place- and I didn't know where to go. I didn't know if I was even in the opening scene, and I didn't know what my lines were for my first scene. So I grabbed my book from beside me and began flipping through the pages frantically. Before I could finish I was being pushed in a chair out onto stage, and I tried to yell at the person doing it. But it was the girl playing my daughter, and I realized it was probably part of the play. I got out there and continued to look through my script, hoping it would appear I was reading a book. Another person entered and said a line, and after a moment of silence I guessed at the reply. My 'daughter' said her line, which thankfully worked. The next long, awkward silence drew on for a while... and I felt horrible. I couldn't think of a thing to say. I didn't even really know what the play was about, or what happened.
Then I woke up.
*sigh* I just needed to get this out somewhere. These constant 'didn't bother to learn your lines, or anything about the play' dreams are starting to get to me.
 Kaiyae · Mon Jan 12, 2009 @ 12:31pm · 0 Comments |
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