nightmare
So right before I woke up this morning (for a phone appointment with our general manager, SCAMP) I had a wee nightmare. In this evil dream, we were all getting on the plane to Edinburgh. We had our suitcases, we were all on the same flight, we were ready. Except it was June 29th instead of July 29th. We were going over a month early. And for some reason I didn't realize this (and nor did anyone else) until we were on the plane. When we were halfway over the Atlantic I started panicking. We haven't rehearsed the show! Our apartment isn't going to be available! We didn't buy any of the sound equipment we needed to buy in America because it's cheaper there! We have performances in New York starting July 24th! What have we done!
When we got off the plane I had a voicemail from Adam Rapp. It said, "Hey Shoni. I really want to donate to your show but I hear you guys left already. A month early. What the fuck are you thinking?"
Then we headed to our flat, even though by now I knew we were screwed. When we got there it was empty but people's stuff was in all the rooms. Clothes, books, bedding...we just sort of wandered from room to room. Joey started moving a bed. I was like, we HAVE to fly back to New York. We can't stay here. SCAMP showed up and were like, Shoni, what have you done?
Other recent dreams:
Gary (baker of all things delicious) recently had a dream about me. I got very excited when he told me this, but it wasn't that kind of dream. Basically he and Joey were out of town and I was staying in their place. And they had this yummy cheesecake with berries on it in the fridge. And I ate the whole thing except for one bit which I left out on the table to rot. They found this when they came home as well as a bunch of little ramekins of chewed up food that I had left out all over the place. So Gary called me and was yelling at me that this was unacceptable to which my response was, "This CONVERSATION is unacceptable."
Hm.
I had dinner with Camilo tonight at Ariba!Ariba! and he told me that I was recently in his dream too. In this dream he was in a play but didn't know any of his lines. He kept having to run offstage to look at his script. But that's not the climax of the dream. No, the climax of this hateful dream is AFTER that when he sat me down and said, "Shoni, we need to talk." Apparently it was very serious and dramatic and he said to me, "I really hate it when you and Kim come over and go through my fridge and eat all my food."
End of dream.
What the fuck. Who knew these gays had so much hostility building towards me and my eating habits.
And will I continue to have panic dreams about Edinburgh up until the festival? Maybe. Though they are totally unfounded. I woke up from my Edinburgh nightmare, had some coffee, and had a lovely phone meeting with SCAMP. I then emailed a bunch of stuff to our UK Press Rep and bought our plane tickets. Really all is right with the world.
So why am I afraid to go to sleep?
When we got off the plane I had a voicemail from Adam Rapp. It said, "Hey Shoni. I really want to donate to your show but I hear you guys left already. A month early. What the fuck are you thinking?"
Then we headed to our flat, even though by now I knew we were screwed. When we got there it was empty but people's stuff was in all the rooms. Clothes, books, bedding...we just sort of wandered from room to room. Joey started moving a bed. I was like, we HAVE to fly back to New York. We can't stay here. SCAMP showed up and were like, Shoni, what have you done?
Other recent dreams:
Gary (baker of all things delicious) recently had a dream about me. I got very excited when he told me this, but it wasn't that kind of dream. Basically he and Joey were out of town and I was staying in their place. And they had this yummy cheesecake with berries on it in the fridge. And I ate the whole thing except for one bit which I left out on the table to rot. They found this when they came home as well as a bunch of little ramekins of chewed up food that I had left out all over the place. So Gary called me and was yelling at me that this was unacceptable to which my response was, "This CONVERSATION is unacceptable."
Hm.
I had dinner with Camilo tonight at Ariba!Ariba! and he told me that I was recently in his dream too. In this dream he was in a play but didn't know any of his lines. He kept having to run offstage to look at his script. But that's not the climax of the dream. No, the climax of this hateful dream is AFTER that when he sat me down and said, "Shoni, we need to talk." Apparently it was very serious and dramatic and he said to me, "I really hate it when you and Kim come over and go through my fridge and eat all my food."
End of dream.
What the fuck. Who knew these gays had so much hostility building towards me and my eating habits.
And will I continue to have panic dreams about Edinburgh up until the festival? Maybe. Though they are totally unfounded. I woke up from my Edinburgh nightmare, had some coffee, and had a lovely phone meeting with SCAMP. I then emailed a bunch of stuff to our UK Press Rep and bought our plane tickets. Really all is right with the world.
So why am I afraid to go to sleep?
Labels: artsy angst
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