I was exhausted last night; didn't think I would have any problem getting to sleep. And I didn't, so not only did the anxiety dreams surprise me, their breadth and scope did, too.
What a retrospective of almost everything: dogs (one of Melvie's eyes was shut and when I went to clean it it was matted with blood and pus), Felix, a lake house (kind of like his cabin) my daughter and I were ostensibly buying to replace the camper (a hand-written note by the absent owner said the price was $600,000 firm), the new Development Director at the station (who is from Finland; there were lots of references to Finland for some reason), sex, alcohol, cell phones (yes, I have a new one), rural highways (2?) and my inability to signal my phone number by holding up the correct number of fingers for each digit.
I made a special point of remembering to take my medication today.
Today is "The Chicken Hat Plays," a strange and fascinating way, devised by my ffriend Brian, to incite anxiety dreams in writers, directors and actors. Writers got their "who," "what" and "where" prompts last night and spent all night writing; this morning at 8:00, directors drews scripts and actors out of hats and it's off to the races. Shows will all be performed tonight beginning at 7pm.
I haven't done a show since 1993; which probably explains why doing my index cards kept bringing back memories of Karen's kitchen table.
I think I'm memorized; am trying to walk the line now between being under-rehearsed and making it tired. We have our blockingg rehearsal in the actual SPACE in an hour ... but I think I will go and look through my cards some more and drink some more coffee and hope for the best.
I didn't have any "forget your lines," "on the air without copy" or "showing up somewhere naked" dreams last night; hope that's not in store for me live in front of an audience tonight.
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