Haven't posted a dream in a while...
but I thought I'd share this one. Where to begin? It's a play, and I'm in it. We're about to start. I'm backstage. Or rather, in some weird side stage room off stage left. It's a period piece, and we're all wearing costumes. Like, king's court type outfits. And the opener is an ensemble cast number. The cast is hitting the stage in groups, and my group is about to go on, but I look back and this girl still has hair rollers in her hair. So our whole group (like four people) try to help her get the rollers out so we can all make it to the stage in time. We just barely do, and get an evil glare from our stage manager/director/person lady who seems to be in charge.
So, like I said, this is some kind of period piece, but the song we're singing is a jazzy gospel-type number. I'm hitting all kinds of crazy harmonies and generally having a lot of fun with it. Then this stage hand escorts this woman from the audience to the stage, and she's got a tamborine and she's rocking out to the song as we sing it. It's totally my friend Ginny, from my program at USC, who is absolutely the kind of person who would come up on stage and rock out. With a tamborine. She jams for bit, then gets escorted back down. We finish the number, and the curtains close. As we're moving around backstage, I ask someone, "Hey, how did that girl get on stage? Did you guys know she was a friend of mine?" And some girl in the play replies to me "Uh, EVERYbody knows she's a friend of yours." With a not malicious smile. What exactly that was supposed to mean, I have no clue.
So the first scene is up. It's the king, and three of his knights/advisers/dudes, of which I am one. My character's name is Coq. Coq. Really. (I looked up this word, and discovered that it's a program that helps prove mathmatical theorems. Whaaa? Why would I subconsciously name myself that? I don't even like math. It also means rooster in French, which is my Chinese zodiac symbol. And my favorite language. Which is an interesting connection, save for the fact that I didn't even know the word Coq existed before today.) So there are some chairs set up, and we're galavanting around these chairs, and the king is speaking in Old English, but not really, like maybe one line would be OE and the next not. And he was carrying this... thing. Something like a torch, with five closely clustered... fire-heads? But it wasn't lit. It was some kind of... mystic relic maybe? I really don't know. So we're prancing, and talking, and sitting and standing (none of what was said stuck with me at all) and all of a sudden, off stage, a huge white horse comes galloping up. It's at this moment that I realize that stage is outdoors, and that the audience's chairs are set up on a lawn. So my friend Ginny, who LOVES USC football, jumps up and shouts "Oh no, Traveler!" Because the horse in question is in fact Traveler, the USC "we're winning the football game so here comes a soldier on a white horse" Trojan mascot. And Ginny reigns Traveler in and takes him backstage. Or behind the stage, perhaps.
At this point, we try to continue with the scene, which now finds the king and us men sitting on the floor, mixing a potion. Yes, a potion. There's stuff being read from a book, and ingredients being "blessed" and added to a tiny little bowl sitting on the floor between us. Funny thing here is, some of us had props, like (very modern) scoops and sugar (which was supposed to be some kind of white powder) and then others of us didn't. Like me. I was miming putting stuff into the bowl. It was really weird. And of course, the whole time I'm thinking, "I gotta get backstage to help Ginny with Traveler." Just then, some humongous dude just walks right up on stage, and we're all like, uh, get off the stage nutcase. The interuption some how buys me some time, which I use to go to stage hand with a copy of the script. "Do I have any more lines in this scene?" I ask. Which I should of course know. Turns out I've only got like one line left, something like "Ah yes, it's good!" or something, in reference to the potion. This, incidentally, is also how I discovered my character's name was Coq.
So I develop this plan to say my line, then improvise another line allowing me to leave, since in the play, after I say the line, I continue to stand around looking stupid. And then I'd use that time to check on Ginny and Traveler. The stage hand says I should ask Her. The boss chick. The BC. Mind you, the play is still technically ON, though no one seems to be acting, and the curtain's still open. Again, maybe tall dude on stage was still providing distraction. So I'm about to go over to the BC, tell her my plan, swear up and down that I'll be back by the next scene, even though I know I'm not in the next scene, and try to get her permission. But I woke up before I made it over. Didn't make it back stage. Never finished the play.
You know, that's the one thing I hate most about my dreams. I never get to finish the story. So, yeah. Is there some deep meaning or prophetic statement buried in there somewhere? Haven't the slightest.
So, like I said, this is some kind of period piece, but the song we're singing is a jazzy gospel-type number. I'm hitting all kinds of crazy harmonies and generally having a lot of fun with it. Then this stage hand escorts this woman from the audience to the stage, and she's got a tamborine and she's rocking out to the song as we sing it. It's totally my friend Ginny, from my program at USC, who is absolutely the kind of person who would come up on stage and rock out. With a tamborine. She jams for bit, then gets escorted back down. We finish the number, and the curtains close. As we're moving around backstage, I ask someone, "Hey, how did that girl get on stage? Did you guys know she was a friend of mine?" And some girl in the play replies to me "Uh, EVERYbody knows she's a friend of yours." With a not malicious smile. What exactly that was supposed to mean, I have no clue.
So the first scene is up. It's the king, and three of his knights/advisers/dudes, of which I am one. My character's name is Coq. Coq. Really. (I looked up this word, and discovered that it's a program that helps prove mathmatical theorems. Whaaa? Why would I subconsciously name myself that? I don't even like math. It also means rooster in French, which is my Chinese zodiac symbol. And my favorite language. Which is an interesting connection, save for the fact that I didn't even know the word Coq existed before today.) So there are some chairs set up, and we're galavanting around these chairs, and the king is speaking in Old English, but not really, like maybe one line would be OE and the next not. And he was carrying this... thing. Something like a torch, with five closely clustered... fire-heads? But it wasn't lit. It was some kind of... mystic relic maybe? I really don't know. So we're prancing, and talking, and sitting and standing (none of what was said stuck with me at all) and all of a sudden, off stage, a huge white horse comes galloping up. It's at this moment that I realize that stage is outdoors, and that the audience's chairs are set up on a lawn. So my friend Ginny, who LOVES USC football, jumps up and shouts "Oh no, Traveler!" Because the horse in question is in fact Traveler, the USC "we're winning the football game so here comes a soldier on a white horse" Trojan mascot. And Ginny reigns Traveler in and takes him backstage. Or behind the stage, perhaps.
At this point, we try to continue with the scene, which now finds the king and us men sitting on the floor, mixing a potion. Yes, a potion. There's stuff being read from a book, and ingredients being "blessed" and added to a tiny little bowl sitting on the floor between us. Funny thing here is, some of us had props, like (very modern) scoops and sugar (which was supposed to be some kind of white powder) and then others of us didn't. Like me. I was miming putting stuff into the bowl. It was really weird. And of course, the whole time I'm thinking, "I gotta get backstage to help Ginny with Traveler." Just then, some humongous dude just walks right up on stage, and we're all like, uh, get off the stage nutcase. The interuption some how buys me some time, which I use to go to stage hand with a copy of the script. "Do I have any more lines in this scene?" I ask. Which I should of course know. Turns out I've only got like one line left, something like "Ah yes, it's good!" or something, in reference to the potion. This, incidentally, is also how I discovered my character's name was Coq.
So I develop this plan to say my line, then improvise another line allowing me to leave, since in the play, after I say the line, I continue to stand around looking stupid. And then I'd use that time to check on Ginny and Traveler. The stage hand says I should ask Her. The boss chick. The BC. Mind you, the play is still technically ON, though no one seems to be acting, and the curtain's still open. Again, maybe tall dude on stage was still providing distraction. So I'm about to go over to the BC, tell her my plan, swear up and down that I'll be back by the next scene, even though I know I'm not in the next scene, and try to get her permission. But I woke up before I made it over. Didn't make it back stage. Never finished the play.
You know, that's the one thing I hate most about my dreams. I never get to finish the story. So, yeah. Is there some deep meaning or prophetic statement buried in there somewhere? Haven't the slightest.