et in 'waiting for godot' ego...

I had a bizarre dream about Arcadia rehearsals this morning, in that funny half-sleep where most of my dreams happen. I think the cast was living in a big house--it might have been Ki's, because I think Ki was there, trying to get everyone out of the house to rehearsal, even though Shana was directing still. At the theater everyone was milling around aimlessly, & some of the parts were shuffled around from the real cast--Kayla was there playing Thomasina, & I remember being horribly confused & wondering why I was there. Alex was there, by the tech table (which was up, though I'm pretty sure it wasn't tech), gesticulating vehemently in silence--I suppose he was Gus. Patrick was there, still as Septimus, nonchalantly saying his lines amidst the madness. I recall trying to decide if I should ask Shana what my part was anymore, or go try to find costumes.

I realized when I woke up that I haven't had a dream about a show in a while...I had ones for Three Sisters, but those happened after the show closed. But the last ones I remember having preceded shows that turned out fantastically, so I'm not worried. Although I should probably work on my lines today...

We shall throw roses! (Red ones, of course)

Also, Happy Coronation day for Margaret of Anjou!* & it's the death day of Kit Marlowe (supposedly, of course. I'm still tempted to write some quasi-accurate historical bodice-ripper** about Kit faking his death & going to the continent, or the Americas, to spy for Queen Liz.)

*Now that my thesis is done, I'm really quite fond of her. Actually, I was fond of her before, but it's no longer tempered by the research version of the sword of Damocles, or something like that.

**Although I guess in his case it would be a codpiece-ripper?