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This was an acting dream that was not very heavy on the nightmarish aspect, although there was still some amount of mishap.
I was participating in an undefined Shakespearean comedy, being produced and performed in a church-like space, and we were getting ready to put it on for an audience. My main scene was with two or three other men, I think we were all younger than I am now, and we were playing swordsmen/guards, almost Three Musketeer types. The main scene we were in was a very funny one, with choreographed physical comedy to go with the funny lines. Again, it was not very nightmarish in that I seemed to know all my lines. That was not an anxiety producer in the dream. (A rarity, a relief!) Timing was everything, though. We were doing this play, not in the round, but in a sort of space and arrangement where the audience and performance spaces intersected. Most of the audience in regular seats were up in the balcony in the back of the (converted?) sanctuary/worship area, but audience members were free to come downstairs and even sit in the blended audience/stage space as well. Also, during a scene/costume change, I came out to where the play was being performed, even though I was not in the scene. I was just making sure costume and props for my part in the funny scene to come were all right. I had to be in one of the costumes, though, and I ran it through my mind that I had been instructed by stage manager, director, etc. not to draw too much attention to myself and away from the main stage action when I made an informal, unscheduled entrance like that. Then, back in the backstage area, I went through some uncertainty as to whose sword I should use, since I think I had left the one I was carrying out in the performance area when I had made that unscheduled entrance. We had spare sword props readily available, though. I accidentally took the sword of the lead actor in the scene, apologized, and handed it back to him, but not before the handle came out and revealed a genuinely X-Acto-knife-sharp dagger. I hastily and carefully snapped it back together and let him tape it. I took another sword, realized that it, too, had a handle-concealed blade, longer but duller than the lead actor's dagger, but not problematic. I then woke from the dream.
EDIT: NEW REVELATIONS from this dream. NOTE: I may start having this kind of paragraph at the end of all my dream blog entries, since I get these kinds of revelations from most if not all new dreams. In any case, what I realized about this dream, and in particular about Actor's Nightmare/Not-So-Nightmare dreams, is that I can dream that I know all my lines, not by being able to recite them all, in fact, holding back from that ... but by simply dreaming the feeling of confidence in my lines, rather than standing there at a loss for what to say, or dreaming that I cannot recall them and looking all over for a script. This is the first time I can remember dreaming that kind of confidence-without-dreaming-the-proof/evidence.
I was participating in an undefined Shakespearean comedy, being produced and performed in a church-like space, and we were getting ready to put it on for an audience. My main scene was with two or three other men, I think we were all younger than I am now, and we were playing swordsmen/guards, almost Three Musketeer types. The main scene we were in was a very funny one, with choreographed physical comedy to go with the funny lines. Again, it was not very nightmarish in that I seemed to know all my lines. That was not an anxiety producer in the dream. (A rarity, a relief!) Timing was everything, though. We were doing this play, not in the round, but in a sort of space and arrangement where the audience and performance spaces intersected. Most of the audience in regular seats were up in the balcony in the back of the (converted?) sanctuary/worship area, but audience members were free to come downstairs and even sit in the blended audience/stage space as well. Also, during a scene/costume change, I came out to where the play was being performed, even though I was not in the scene. I was just making sure costume and props for my part in the funny scene to come were all right. I had to be in one of the costumes, though, and I ran it through my mind that I had been instructed by stage manager, director, etc. not to draw too much attention to myself and away from the main stage action when I made an informal, unscheduled entrance like that. Then, back in the backstage area, I went through some uncertainty as to whose sword I should use, since I think I had left the one I was carrying out in the performance area when I had made that unscheduled entrance. We had spare sword props readily available, though. I accidentally took the sword of the lead actor in the scene, apologized, and handed it back to him, but not before the handle came out and revealed a genuinely X-Acto-knife-sharp dagger. I hastily and carefully snapped it back together and let him tape it. I took another sword, realized that it, too, had a handle-concealed blade, longer but duller than the lead actor's dagger, but not problematic. I then woke from the dream.
EDIT: NEW REVELATIONS from this dream. NOTE: I may start having this kind of paragraph at the end of all my dream blog entries, since I get these kinds of revelations from most if not all new dreams. In any case, what I realized about this dream, and in particular about Actor's Nightmare/Not-So-Nightmare dreams, is that I can dream that I know all my lines, not by being able to recite them all, in fact, holding back from that ... but by simply dreaming the feeling of confidence in my lines, rather than standing there at a loss for what to say, or dreaming that I cannot recall them and looking all over for a script. This is the first time I can remember dreaming that kind of confidence-without-dreaming-the-proof/evidence.
