I had a very vivid dream last night, part of it upsetting, part of it very nice. I was in a production of Into the Woods, playing Little Red Riding Hood. Problem was, I didn’t know the blocking (which wasn’t too bad of a problem), but I couldn’t remember the words for the opening number. The other actors were shooting me confused looks. I could see my parents in the audience, looking somewhat disappointed (they informed me that tickets were $60). Somehow the song ended (thank God!). I don’t know what happened during the rest of the show, but I do remember everyone applauding for Cinderella right after her little song at her mother’s grave/tree.
Clearly I needed to learn my lines. I went to what was either an after-show party or a reception before the next day’s performance (and Gail, the evil woman who used to work across the hall from me was there). I had determined to write the words on my hand. Then a little girl came up to me, and said that we’d go to see this guy who could help me, because he was really good at memorizing things. So she drags me over to this guy, who I guess I already knew and happened to be Colin Firth. This little girl is chattering on and Colin Firth and I keep doing the eye contact thing—one of us would look up, catch the other staring, then one of us would look away. And it was ever so cute, and we were totally going to get together, but my alarm went off. And I was very upset. Because Colin Firth was adorable.
I’m thinking this is an indication of some anxieties. I can actually explain the presence of Gail, because I have to ask her to review a proposal for me, but I’ve been putting it off because I don’t want to have to deal with her. Work has been kind of stressful, with the new boss. I don’t know. I just wish there had been more Colin Firth and less anxiety.
Current song in my head:
“Getting Better” by the Beatles