Another crazy dream...

Wow, another dream worth posting about...

Let me give a quick little introduction first... When we moved on to SEARS in Cambridge a month ago we saw a whole bunch of plays, including... The Cagebirds!!

If you're wondering why I'm so excited about that--no its not really an amazing play or anything--its because a couple of years ago in Playmakers we divided into two groups and acted out a short scene from it... Remember, the one with the Woman and her 6 birds... she called them 'Sweeties', and there was a Gossip bird, and a Bird who liked to eat, a bird who was all about make-up and beauty... and each of the birds had a different characteristic like that. It was really neat to see the play in full... I found out that each of the birds represented a portrayal of women in the media, and how they are all being trapped in the cage represents their being restricted in real life. Then the Woman introduces a new bird to the others, a 'Wild' one, who desperately wants to be free again, and tries to get the others to help, but discovers that they pay no attention to anyone but themselves. I won't ruin it, in case you ever see it... (its a little slow at the beginning, but towards the end its really good)

Anyways, I had a dream last night. I drove to school, but apparently I was going to take the bus home anyways... I know... weird. Anyways I'm on the bus and I realize that I forgot something in my locker. So I get off the bus, head inside to the school and go to the drama room (my locker is nowhere near there). I get there, and Mrs VanBakel is putting on this play, and they're rehearsing... I had no idea this play was going on and so I was a little shocked that I was not invited to join or at the very least help with it (i'm not full of myself, our school just has a very, very small drama community these days.) Anyways, apparently it was Les Miserables to begin with, because this girl was singing a song from it, but then it slowly morphed into a play resembling Cagebirds.... except there was a whole lot more freaking birds... like 15 or something... anyways, one of the Gr 9 guys didn't know his lines (typical) and he was cut on the spot, so I was asked to stand in for him. I remember saying I was really excited because "i always wanted to act like a bird"..... yeah.... i know.... ...... . . .. .

Anyways! I turn around and who else do I see but.... Andrew!! And I'm happy to report he was fully clothed! I then look further around me and realize that mixed in amongst the uncultured boars that make up the drama students at St. Anne's is my favourite group of Thespians.... The Playmakers kids! It was like a dream come true!.... in a dream!!! Might I just point out right now that Kiersten and Amanda do a really funny bird... Ellen looked like she was high... and Carl was able to pull off his bird perfectly; I'm sure that if it had been real life I would have heard his little "mmmps!" and "huuhms!" sounds that he made in his Mercutio monologue too! So here I was, acting like a bird, and kind of just trying to go along with the flow of things seeing as I had no idea what was going on. Everyone seemed pretty clear on what they were supposed to do, and what their specific character trait was (gossip, greedy, vain, etc.) except of course me. I asked almost everyone what bird I was, and no one was quite sure... they kept just saying that I should sing alot, my bird would do that... But they couldn't tell me what my bird was. Needless to say it was very frusterating.

Eventually I found myself just slouching in a defeated mood by the stairs to the stage. It was then that my Drama teacher crawled up the stairs towards me and held her finger out and whimpered. This was really weird. Turns out she had a needle and thread through the outer layer of her skin of her finger.... no big deal right? People pierce the outer layer of their finger skin all the time with needles, safety pins, staples, you name it! Wrong. Apparently this was almost killing my Drama teacher. She was overacting about the whole thing like she was going to die. I was not impressed and was even a little annoyed. I rolled my eyes and helped her pull the needle and thread out. Apparently it was quite painful for her. She then left, and then came back with a past principal of my elementary school complaining that we can't just pull the thread out, because that would leave two holes in her skin. We have to make it one complete cut... for God knows what reason. So I spent the rest of my dream sawing her finger against the metal edge of the drama room door, and the chipped tooth of a skull that we used for my play Trotsky... thats my dreams for you.

If you want to try and find some kind of symbolism in there, good luck, by all means be my guest. hah.

Good luck with finishing school older kids, and younger kids, good luck with starting back up with school again... bleh!
eric