Bizarre dream
Jul. 14th, 2011 09:47 amOK. for some reason it was imperative that we do an abridged production of As You Like It, despite not being anywhere near the venue and not having rehearsed. Now this is a common Actor's Nightmare, but even I was impressed with what my brain did with this...
I was playing Rosalind, and the actress who plays Tara on True Blood was playing Celia. I had an amazingly expanded costume closet, and so Celia was wearing all hippy-chic type stuff - I remember pulling a really nifty halter top and matching skirt combo in a yellow pseudo-african cotton print, as well as something turquoise blue with ruffles. I think my dresses were white.
Also, for some reason there was a scene where we all had to be masked, so I had the women with white veils and the men with matching blindfolds - they all looked opaque from stage distance but you could sort of see through them enough for blocking purposes.
We had worked out a bullet-points version that covered all the major events (and this is where it stopped being specifically As You Like It and more some generic Shakespearean play that could be done with 2 men and 2 women). But then it got REALL strange - because one of the men was The Eleventh Doctor. And it was time to leave but there was no way we were going to get all the way there on time. Luckily The Doctor had some kind of teleport widget (sadly no Tardis) and we could travel that way but not all in one go.
So we started off with a series of short hops. At once point it was vitally important that we pick up a drinks trolley (and an extremely confused woman to run it) - The Doctor was just very emphatic that we needed one. Then the next teleport hop landed us alongside of a rural road, the handle of the drink trolley was suddenly missing, and 'Celia' ended up in a mud puddle with half the props. That was when I woke up.
My head is a very strange place sometimes...
I was playing Rosalind, and the actress who plays Tara on True Blood was playing Celia. I had an amazingly expanded costume closet, and so Celia was wearing all hippy-chic type stuff - I remember pulling a really nifty halter top and matching skirt combo in a yellow pseudo-african cotton print, as well as something turquoise blue with ruffles. I think my dresses were white.
Also, for some reason there was a scene where we all had to be masked, so I had the women with white veils and the men with matching blindfolds - they all looked opaque from stage distance but you could sort of see through them enough for blocking purposes.
We had worked out a bullet-points version that covered all the major events (and this is where it stopped being specifically As You Like It and more some generic Shakespearean play that could be done with 2 men and 2 women). But then it got REALL strange - because one of the men was The Eleventh Doctor. And it was time to leave but there was no way we were going to get all the way there on time. Luckily The Doctor had some kind of teleport widget (sadly no Tardis) and we could travel that way but not all in one go.
So we started off with a series of short hops. At once point it was vitally important that we pick up a drinks trolley (and an extremely confused woman to run it) - The Doctor was just very emphatic that we needed one. Then the next teleport hop landed us alongside of a rural road, the handle of the drink trolley was suddenly missing, and 'Celia' ended up in a mud puddle with half the props. That was when I woke up.
My head is a very strange place sometimes...