Wow, that was an amusing dream. I was in some show at Hockaday, and it was opening night. Unfortunately, the techies couldn’t decide what opening music to play. They finally settled on a piece of music, but no one had a copy, so we used my laptop to try to download it. No luck. We tried this huge music archive site, which I had used in the past. I thought we’d have a good chance of finding the song, but for some reason, only classical composers came up. That and Urinetown. Eventually, seconds to curtain, we decided to use the opening for “Into the Woods”, the Hockaday spring musical. Of course, as I was really the only person in the cast who hadn’t auditioned for this musical, I didn’t know the words, and no one seemed ready to teach me. “Grab some flowers!” they shouted at me in whisper, “and get on the stage!”, even though I wasn’t wearing a costume. Clutching three huge, plastic daisies, I went onstage, attempting to look confident. The music started. On stage left was a girl dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, singing the opening bars. Several other girls made “Into the Woods!” interjected comments, then when I sensed a lapse, I quickly improvised “Into the Woods da-da da-ta, I haven’t heard this song in years”. Mrs. Wetherington, the choir director, stopped playing the piano and stood up, furious, daring me to do what I had just done. I didn’t feel worried, though, because now that I was onstage, I saw that there was no audience. Suddenly, Mr. Blaydes leapt to the stage and started reading off notes of how we had messed up in rehearsals for the show we were about to put on. One boy went around the stage, handing out a bunch of plastic swords. He refused to give me one, on suspicioun that I wouldn’t be serious and I would fidget with it onstage. Jerk.

And then I woke up.