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Dream Diary Entry recorded June 29, 2018
Jun. 29th, 2018 08:48 amThe dogs needed to go out a little earlier this morning, and then again later, and so dreams came out a little fragmented. Two main segments had parts I remember.
I was in some sort of medical clinic's waiting area, and had had a blood test or was otherwise getting a small injury on my finger tended to, and it would not quite stop bleeding. It also seemed to indicate, to the lab where they had sent the sample, something serious that would require further testing. However, the bleeding continuing made it seem like the news from the lab, which was inconclusive so far but still awaiting most of the processing, would be worse than it otherwise might be. In the meantime, and seemingly in the same room, I was meeting with some other people to rehearse a play, and of course there were Actor's-Nightmare-ish aspects of unreadiness. My fellow cast members, mostly if not entirely female, had a member or two who expressed concern about my injury and whatever the undiagnosed complication could be.
A later dream was almost purely a theater dream, in a rehearsal space somewhat Victorian in decor, lots of cream and rose colo(u)r on the walls, and with the troupe I was in working on a scene, Shakespearean, with which I was familiar. As usual, I had trouble with the cues I should have known well. This was not the same play as the usual one - another Shakespeare or other classic play that is purely from my dream world. It was a scene with a kind of a silly comedic duel between me and a challenger who was a friend. There was humorous provocation, by way of Shakespearean insults, and then my character was to acquit himself ridiculously poorly, and still come out all right. It was something like a duel or fight in The Merry Wives of Windsor. Later, we sat down for tea and cakes, being as it turns out in England for these events. Among the other troupe members and our British hostess, my daughter Susan was there, too, and when it came time to refill the teapot, we were both having trouble with the steps involved. I stated to our hostess how embarrassing it was to be botching tea preparation while actually in England.
I am feeling, and this diary entry is turning out, a lot more brain-foggy than I would like.
I was in some sort of medical clinic's waiting area, and had had a blood test or was otherwise getting a small injury on my finger tended to, and it would not quite stop bleeding. It also seemed to indicate, to the lab where they had sent the sample, something serious that would require further testing. However, the bleeding continuing made it seem like the news from the lab, which was inconclusive so far but still awaiting most of the processing, would be worse than it otherwise might be. In the meantime, and seemingly in the same room, I was meeting with some other people to rehearse a play, and of course there were Actor's-Nightmare-ish aspects of unreadiness. My fellow cast members, mostly if not entirely female, had a member or two who expressed concern about my injury and whatever the undiagnosed complication could be.
A later dream was almost purely a theater dream, in a rehearsal space somewhat Victorian in decor, lots of cream and rose colo(u)r on the walls, and with the troupe I was in working on a scene, Shakespearean, with which I was familiar. As usual, I had trouble with the cues I should have known well. This was not the same play as the usual one - another Shakespeare or other classic play that is purely from my dream world. It was a scene with a kind of a silly comedic duel between me and a challenger who was a friend. There was humorous provocation, by way of Shakespearean insults, and then my character was to acquit himself ridiculously poorly, and still come out all right. It was something like a duel or fight in The Merry Wives of Windsor. Later, we sat down for tea and cakes, being as it turns out in England for these events. Among the other troupe members and our British hostess, my daughter Susan was there, too, and when it came time to refill the teapot, we were both having trouble with the steps involved. I stated to our hostess how embarrassing it was to be botching tea preparation while actually in England.
I am feeling, and this diary entry is turning out, a lot more brain-foggy than I would like.
