Much Ado

We were having a performance of Much Ado. I get there and I cannot find our MASSIVE two-story set. I ask Gilpin where it is and he has moved it to Arkansas Hall Auditorium (about ten yards from where we are to there) and that I have to move it back alone. So, I'm freaking out, because I can't figure out how. Somehow, I did it. So, we are getting ready for the show and Jeff, who plays Borachio, has cat ears. I told him to take them off, because Dr. Beach, the director, would kill me. And he said, no, they were for another show and he wore real cat ears on stage. Then another actor, Josh, told me he was quitting. I told him he couldn't quit and after all there were only six more shows. And he said that he was going to do another single showcase, because he was tired of Much Ado. However, he went on stage, so I'm assuming he didn't quit. The show starts and suddenly there is an orangey-red glow everywhere. When I finally figure out what it is, the entire building is on fire, but I'm the only one who is worried/freaked out. The show goes on. Suddenly, (and I was semi-conscious at this part) everything is pitch black and I'm upset because I cannot find my light op. I don't know how to work the light board and the show is going on in complete darkness.(then I think I fell into a deeper sleep) Eventually, the lights come back on and I notice that the fountain onstage is gushing water (keep in mind it's only a shallow pull with half an inch of water in it normally), flooding the stage and the studio theatre. So, I have Margaret, Balthazar, Lady 1, and Lady 2 take rags and try to mop it up while in character so the show can go on, but the water keeps coming. The actors aren't getting wet, but there is SO much water. My ASM disappeared and I couldn't find him, but he was there somewhere. Then, our house manager was suddenly on stage trying to act while in street clothes and I'm freaking out, because I have NO IDEA what the hell is going on. The lights dim for a cue, but the aisle lights are on and I keep calling for them to be turned off, but they won't shut off. We somehow survive the performance and flash forward to next week. I'm at portfolio reviews with Dr. Beach and Gilpin, except they were one person. Dr. Beach is talking with Gilpin's voice. She tells me that I need to change my major, because I (and quote) "f***ing such" and can't stage manage anymore. I protest, I know I screwed up, but come on, look at what the show was like. And that I can do better, but I have nothing else in my life. And she is like, "You need to leave. You don't belong here." And I ask her what Mr. Henshaw (another theatre professor) thought and she was like "He's not coming. He hates you so much that he's not even coming to your portfolio review." Oh, and during this whole dream, I was hiding/being chased by my best friend and a stapler. I woke up, crying, freaking the hell out. It was bad. I did NOT take ANYTHING.

There was some sort of event in Arkansas Hall and Tara and I were reading an piece from "Holes". However, we couldn't find the right part. So, I went running through the garage door bit of the stage and into Wal-Mart. I then run to the books and find the right section and on my way back, stop in the board games section. I then run back to the garage door, which has been lowered and try to squeeze in under the bottom. I get under, but can't fit my butt through, so I come back out and somehow get backstage again. Tara and I do our piece and as we're striking afterwards, Emily comes up with a piece of paper, saying "Dr. Beach told me to give you this. I have too." And it's a letter telling me that I need to be more prepared/ I then wad it up and throw it on the ground before stomping on it, saying I knew that.

Professors and Cameras

So, I had a dream a few nights ago where I was with the three theatre professors and another professor who was supposedly the photography professor. It was fall and there were leaves everywhere. I was excited about the awesome pictures I was taking it. The photography professor asked me why I wasn't taking photography classes, since I was so obviously interested. I told her it didn't fit in my schedule, but was taking it next semester. She mentioned that she was taking a group of students to some extravagant place to shoot photographs at some point in the next couple of years. Gilpin stepped in and said that it depended on when the trip was, because he already had me claimed to stage manage his next show, because at that point I'd have enough experience to know what I was doing and enough that he could help me improve.

Waves

So, in my dream, my friend Andrea and I were at the beach, in the ocean. Across the entire ocean, there was a wall, sorta like a dam, but it had a path built on a ledge. The point was to walk across the ledge (which was underwater) while holding onto the wall (which was above water) while the waves were trying to pull you back. We picked a really bad day, because the ocean was quite chaotic. We were about halfway across when my phone rang. I pulled it out of nowhere and answered. My other friend Becca, was asking me where I was. I told her and she replied that we had rehearsal. I freaked out before I realized it was Saturday and we didn't have rehearsals on Saturday. She responded that Gilpin did have rehearsals on Saturdays and I had better get there quick. Next instant, I am there, dried and dressed. I am helping Becca set up for rehearsal on Arkansas Hall stage.

Weeds

The other night I had this bizarre dream where I was rubbing my eyebrows and little weeds were coming off. I looked in the mirror and they were growing there and along my hairline. 0.0 Then, I looked at my arm and there was just one weed growing in my arm, I pulled it out and it left a perfectly cylindrical hole in my arm. Later, I was looking at the hole and noticed a soft spot higher on my arm, like the bone had caved in. So, I went to my mom, a nurse, and had her look. She was like... Ah! Here's the problem, and pulled a small pine tree out of another hole in my arm. The roots were wrapped in a condom. The soft spot went away and I woke up.

Dreamed about Emilie again. We were running from Nazi's. And her father was one of them... though I have no idea who he actually is :P. We were running in the woods and every time we came to a hill we rolled down it.

We got to one hill and we get ready to roll when I realized that at the bottom of the hill was a cliff. So, I grabbed her hand and carried her on my back as we ran down the hill. After walking along the edge of the cliff we came to two caves next to each other. We heard the men laughing in the one on the left so we slipped into the one on the right. There were other women and children in the cave. As well as picnic tables and some sort of shed thing. We sat at a picnic table near the fire with the other women... trying to stay quiet and keeping Emilie quiet. We heard the men coming into the cave, so we all ran into the shed thing.

Robot Drones

I had a really weird, random dream.

I was taking a class in the future (like sci-fi floating classrooms). It must have been a communication class, because Mr. Steinmiller was teaching it. Anyway, for some reason the lesson had to do with chicken noodle soup and everyone had to have a bite out of big bowl. Though we couldn't use a spoon, we had to use a little white doll bowl and take turns. I waited until most of the others had some. Suddenly, there was a blast and we were being shot at from spaceships. Everyone took off running as more bombs were blasted. I started falling off one of the flying classrooms and was grabbed by an enemy robot. I told it I surrendered and was on their side now. It let me go and I took off running. Later in the dream, I must have been running with the three main characters from Harry Potter, because I remember almost getting caught while I was doing something with Ron Weasley.
I went into one of the floating office buildings, because I had to find my brother and my mom. So, I snuck past offices and came to the gym, which was where I knew I would find my mom and my brother. I was almost to where they were hiding (a gym shower that for some reason was imperturbable and unnoticeable to the enemies)when a man that I recognized as a man from my class was on the floating track. As I was sneaking behind him, he turned around and morphed into officer clothing. He attempted to get closer to me, but I took off running around the track. At one point, he almost grabbed me and I climbed over the railing, dangling by a death grip on a pole. He offered his hand and I said that I would sooner fall than let them torture me. His response was that if I simple gave up running that I would be safe and we could live happily ever after. For some reason I grabbed his hand and decided I was madly in love with him.
I went and found my mom and brother in the secret shower and told them that we could all be spared. My mom said she was happy. She had started a photography business in the desert somewhere. My brother just sorta sat there.
While talking to my family, I decided I needed to shave my legs. After I had shaved one leg, my intended started knocking on the door and asked what was taking so long. I came out, wrapped my arms around him and said I was shaving my legs, but was only half done.

Weird, huh?