scary dreams | 3:26 pm | 22 February 2006
Last night brought two epics; one a Doctor Who story that had something to do with Daleks (only they weren’t?) and I was flying an ultralight somewhere and there were cathedrals or something and I had to swim sneakily down a canal to get past the bishops who were in league with the Daleks or something. The Doctor in question was Christopher Eccleston, and I think maybe we were victorious but I don’t remember.
The other dream is so cliché it’s embarrassing – it was opening night, it was “Chicago” (but it wasn’t?) and I hadn’t learned a single line of dialogue or song or blocking and I hadn’t even shaved my legs and I was wearing a bathrobe. HERE IS MY BIG BREAK AND I AM UNPREPARED. *sigh* Time to learn Flash, learn how to SING, and get a new freakin’ job.
