Daleth

Intense but non-lucid dream this morning in which I attended the rehearsal of small, intimate play that had a ridiculous number on onlookers. A celebrated Portland actor was the star — she was playing a cancer victim or something like that — and she was totally surrounded by spectators, to the point where she was nearly hemmed in.

Seated in front of me was a popular area political commenator, who was whispering to one of the producers; she was there was a consultant regarding life in rural Oregon. (In waking life she’s from San Diego!)

At the break there was this big conference with the creative team, of which I was one, serving as the production’s dramaturg. There had been an earlier workshop of the production with a different team, and they were present and apparently had a big stake in the show’s outcome. I was holding the floor about different aspects of the process, and these people were at pains to show off their prior knowledge. It was all going fine — I was able to keep a decent balancing act going in which their input was accounted for yet we were still able to move forward — but this was also a bit of a strain, and I was glad when I woke up and could leave the project behind.