April 7, 2008

I was in the midst of a dream about– which play? Some play of mine. I had fallen asleep during it. I woke, and then the end of the scene came. What I noticed was that there seemed to be no live actors, but rather video with bad audio which was obscuring all the lines. I stood up and began shouting notes at the actors and techies. But, after a few agonizing moments, it became clear that it was not a rehearsal, but rather a performance, and I had been unconscious a considerable stretch of time. It was too dark to see if everybody were looking at me, but I’m sure they were. One of actors was sitting in the audience and whispered to me, "When all the fires go out, we’ll go back and see what we can salvage."