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Weird dream!   

I often have weird theatrical dreams.  I can’t call them nightmares because I don’t really get freaked out but the recurring theme is like this: I’m at a theater, I’m in a show, and we are warming up for a live performance.  And that’s all I know.  I have no recollection of being at any rehearsals.  I don’t know any lines, blocking or choreo.  I’m not sure what my character is.  In fact, I don’t even know what show I’m in!  I find myself lurking around backstage trying to catch a look at somebody’s script to see if I can get a title of the show.  I try to find a program…maybe I can figure out what my part is.  I casually ask cast members if we can review a scene that I describe very vaguely in the hopes they’ll volunteer a scene, or I’ll ask someone if they can get my back during the show and tell me when to go on stage and nudge me in the right direction.  It’s all really weird.  Never really freaks me out.  Just weird.  Feel free to analyze.

Last night I had a particularly strange variation on this.  I was in Footloose.  Still.  Yes, that Footloose, the one that closed in June.  I didn’t know I was in it, but I was.  Apparently there was a tour or some sort of ongoing engagement to take place later in the year and we were actually supposed to continue rehearsing.  I’m not sure what brought me to the theater, but I happened to be there and I found a rehearsal going on.  Most of the cast was different.  As I asked around I found that most of them left the cast after quarrelling with the production staff and had been replaced.  There was never a huge blowout but one-by-one many of the cast members had their own individual battles and decided to quit.  The director and musical director were different.  In fact the musical director was a guy from my high school.  The choreographer was the same but since he had already taught the cast back in May he was essentially out of the picture.  All of the blocking and choreo had been passed down by word-of-mouth as cast members came and went.

My name was still on the cast list.  On paper, I was still assigned the same collection of small parts.  It seemed that amidst all of the directorial changes and cast turnover, they never bothered to replace me.  Everyone assumed that I had come to rehearsals when they were not there.  The directors had figured that I must have made arrangements with one of their predecessors to take a leave for awhile, but any note indicating that was just lost in the shuffle.  The theater’s executive director had assured the directors that I was very reliable and that they did not need to worry; while no one had any idea when I said I would return to rehearsals, I surely told someone that I would return to rehearsals at some point before we resumed performances and I surely would return when I said I would even though no one could remember when I said I would.  In short, through a very bizarre sequence of events my parts had been held for me and no one ever thought to contact me or look for me.  Like Estragon and Vladimir, the cast and staff went right on rehearsing, faithfully waiting, sincerely believing that if I didn’t come to rehearsal today I would surely come tomorrow.

Except unlike the mysterious Godot, I actually did show up eventually.  Except I had no idea anyone was waiting for me.  Here I had come to the theater on unknown but definitely completely unrelated business and the two or three remaining original cast members perked up their heads and said “Hey, Troy’s here!  We can finally rehearse The Girl Gets Around and Mama Said!”  I was completely confused, but I felt so bad that the beleagured production had actually waited for me for 3 months, I didn’t have the heart to tell them that I had believed my Footloose contract had been completed.  I just kinda smiled and jumped into the rehearsal.  I made a note to myself to come up with a surreptitious way to figure out just when and where we were going to run this thing.

Man was that a weird one.

5 Responses to “Weird dream!”

  1. Mike Says:

    I would think the real night mare part is being to the show early enough to warm up. I mean that gives every one the idea that you get there at least an hour before hand :-). Maybe in these dreams you aren’t in fact in the show but merely a lonely archer (i.e. one who raises an lowers arches).

  2. Bilka Says:

    Ha! You think yours is a doosie. Get a load of this one… I had a dream way back in March of 2003; I can remember it like it was yesterday it was so realistic.

    I was the director of a very strange musical starring a man-eating plant that presided over the nuptials of my Puppeteer and a certain, very attractive and sweet, dark-haired Techie-Girl. It was so vivid I’d go as far as saying that it was crista-clear.

  3. Bilka Says:

    Ha! You think yours is a doosie. Get a load of this one… I had a dream way back in March of 2003; I can remember it like it was yesterday it was so realistic. I was the director of a very strange musical starring a man-eating plant that presided over the nuptials of my Puppeteer and a certain, very attractive and sweet, dark-haired Techie-Girl. It was so vivid I’d go as far as saying that it was crista-clear.

  4. Bilka Says:

    Ha! You think yours is a doosie. Get a load of this one… I had a dream way back in March of 2003; I can remember it like it was yesterday it was so realistic. I was the director of a very strange musical starring a man-eating plant that presided over the nuptials of my Puppeteer and a certain, very attractive and sweet, dark-haired Techie-Girl. It was so vivid I’d go as far as saying that it was crista-clear.

  5. Bilka Says:

    Sorry for three posts. The system burped and gave me an error message. It stalled and I kept hitting the Submit button.

    B

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