This particular play was a period piece about gladiators (at least it was a subject matter that I like). I had a supporting role where I was in love with another gladiator who had to go fight and our love was, of course, taboo. But the guy playing my love interest was actually an ex-boyfriend of mine from 8 years ago. We were both shirtless on the stage and engaged in a very intense, romantic (Rated PG) scene that the audience enjoyed (one of the crew even told me that he always cries during that particular scene).
At intermission, I needed to change costumes and was trying to find my way to the costume shop to put on my pants. Then I realized that I was going to be late for my entrance on stage. So I tried to run outside behind the theatre (which was somehow just on a normal street). While doing so, I only had my shirt on and a pair of red boxer briefs. Running past another cast member, I yelled, "I don't have any pants. WHEEEE!!" and lifted up my shirt to show. Then I continued to run, but wound up on the wrong side of the stage! So I had to make my entrance by running across a beam and climbing my way down the set to meet my gladiator boyfriend on the other side of the stage.
In the next scene, I was off stage waiting for my entrance and trying to remind myself of what my lines were. All of a sudden, we noticed that the actor on stage wasn't talking any more. She was waiting for another actor to make their entrance. The entire play wound up getting haulted and the lights came up in the audience. A good friend of mine was in the audience and said he was texting the guy who was supposed to be coming on stage to see where he was. The guy's response was "I'm in Act 2???!?!!?!"
That is where the dream ended. I woke right up afterward and had to get up to catch my flight. Maybe that's why I remember so many of the details. I kept going over and over it in my head in the shower to try to make sense of it, and to help remember it. If I think back about it, there were lots of things/people in there that I had just talked about or hung out with within the past 24 hours before going to bed.
I had the first flight out this morning from San Jose on my way to Miami. What a gigantic cluster fuck of an organization it was. First, I was upgraded to First Class (NOT part of the cluster fuck). But when they started boarding, they didn't make any PA announcement. It was like he just started taking tickets of those people standing near the door. The movement caused others to notice, so everyone got up and tried to board at once, instead of any Group order. No one knew who was supposed to be boarding and they wouldn't make any announcements about it (even though they had just been using the PA to call passengers up to the counter).
As is customary in First Class (enter snobbery here), they serve drinks while you're still at the gate. But the flight attendant didn't wait for the line of boarding passengers to die down. She stood directly in the aisle taking drink orders, causing the passengers to back up behind her because they couldn't get around her. This happened a number of times. There were a few seats open in First Class, so they started upgrading people who had already sat down in coach. One of the upgrade passengers came up to find someone already sitting in the seat they had given him. When they checked her ticket, it said Row 35, not Row 5 that she was sitting in (she had already gotten up and off the plane to check for her ID in the gate area because she couldn't find it). So they shuffled her off back to Coach and gave this guy his upgrade. A couple minutes later she came back up because she couldn't find her cell phone and wondered if she had left it in the seat. They couldn't find it.
Finally, just when they close the door and you think you're about to push off (although you're already 15 minutes late even though you're the first flight out for the day), some one rushes up to the front of the plane to say he's left his cell phone at the gate area. So they call the gate to tell them. Someone finds a phone, they open the door, and give it to the flight attendands. The door closes and we're off again. But, it's not his phone! It's actually the phone of the woman who tried to hop in to First Class. So we leave with at least one cell phone found and one person seemingly cut off from the rest of world.
Halfway through the flight I hear on the PA, "Is there a doctor or nurse on board?" Uh oh. Our flight continues on and the captain asks everyone to remain in their seats when we land so that emergency personnel can get on board and assist the passenger with his medical emergency. We even have special clearance from the tower and have priority approach in to the airport. Much to my surprise, everyone does as asked. But, the passenger actually walks himself up to the front of the plane before they even get the door open and meets the emergency personnel outside. I have to say, I always get a weird sense of pride for humanity when people respect emergency situations like that (like when pulling over for ambulances or fire trucks). I have no idea why, it just helps instill some faith in me.
All in all, I make it to Miami in one piece. Luggage arrives (yea!!!) and I head to the taxi line where I overhear an interesting conversation. A very spikey haired young man is standing by himself when a young woman wearing a fur coat (in Miami!!) walks up to him while on her cell phone (and coffee in the other hand) and says, "You talk to him." They hold up the line, so we start to walk around them, until the guy realizes we're all cutting in front of him and starts moving again. He hangs up and Fur Gurl says to him "It's 30 minutes in the taxi. I am NOT sitting in a taxi for 30 minutes!" He tells her that's the only way to go and asks her what she wants to do. She tells him to take her luggage for her and he says no. That's all I get to hear though as I head off to my taxi. When my taxi goes by them, she's climbing in. So I guess she decided to sit her fur covered ass down. I think she was a "The Real Housewives of (insert city name here)" wannabe.
FINALLY, I get to my hotel. Guess what? I'm upgraded to an ocean view room. WOO HOO!!! I have an excellent meal of fried risotto balls and grilled snapper (even though the service was terrible) while watching the 49ers game in a bar (I can be butch sometimes). Now, back in my room, upacked, all of my clothes ironed, and listening to some woman outside on her balcony talking to someone on the phone telling them "You will not talk to me like that." It's been a very interesting day. I'm a little scared to see what this week is going to bring. Let the ruckus and hilarity ensue!
The view from my hotel room.
