Act I: Jitters

I've dreamed a few times about the upcoming play I'm in -- a good dream and some anxiety-driven dreams.  Last night was of the anxiety-driven type.

I dreamed my sister and I were in North Carolina (apparently the play was there) and I was driving.  As you know, I don't have a license or even a permit, so I was really hoping I wasn't going to get pulled over by a cop.  I was driving really carefully, but my brakes gave out and I just kept running stop lights and stop signs.  So finally we pulled over for gas and my sister said, "I'll drive."  I agreed.  "You've got your permit with you, right?"  She shook her head.  "Nope."  So then we were off.  She drove faster than me and since the brakes were still out we still kept running lights but we didn't get pulled over (we were out in the wilds of N.C. -- think long country roads and small intersections).

When we got to the theatre, our director wasn't there (in real life, she won't be back for the Monday rehearsal so her stage manager is stepping into the role) so the stage manager and a man had set up the stage (which was much bigger than our rehearsal space) completely wrong - two clusters of furniture on each side of the stage so there was NO ROOM for us to do the correct blocking or even be near each other since the tables and chairs were clustered so tight together.

We argued about the spacing but finally decided to rehearse and since we didn't have to pay attention to the blocking we'd been memorizing, we just had to figure it out for ourselves.  We practiced entrances and exits for a while (and meanwhile there were a few audience members) for the person doing the lights and my sister and I were highly frustrated and couldn't wait for the director to return.