Dreams: July 9
I'm ushering for the
Black Swan Theater (but it
really looks like the Bowmer Theater). I'm sitting in the front row,
and
Noli
is on the other end of the front row. That's where the ushers
are supposed to sit. A play is going on. There's a young man in the
middle of the front row who begins talking. I turn to him and put
my finger to my lips to say "ssshh". He ignores me and begins talking
to one of the actors on the nearby stage. Noli also tries to tell him
to be quiet, but he's being a real nuisance. Other people in the
audience around him also talk. I look around and see that they're all
from a school group. I'm frustrated that they're so rude and
inconsiderate. The man in front keeps talking to the actors on stage.
Suddenly the house lights go up, and the actors stop the production.
I realize it had gotten to the point where they couldn't do the play,
so now they're going to address the audience. The director comes on
stage or something, and then the play resumes. But the lights don't
dim, and some audience members don't get the idea that they're supposed
to stay in their seats. Two girls get up from the middle of their
row and walk towards the aisle on the end (this is actually right before
the play starts). I stop them when they get to the end where I'm
sitting and tell them that the play's about to begin and they have to
sit down or else they're giving up their seats. They grumble and sit
down.
I look around and many people are standing up, milling around. It's
frustrating. I get up (even thought the play is now in progress)
and tell people that they must sit down now. Some people
listen to me. I run up & down the stairs ordering groups of people
to take their seats. At the top of the theater is a doorway entrance.
Some people are filtering in. I say they must sit down now. I notice
one woman who looks familiar. She has blond curly hair and a toddler.
I realize I saw her earlier in my dream at another play. She doesn't
have a ticket for this one and was trying to sneak in. I stop her
and tell her she must leave.
I notice that most people are now sitting down, so I take my seat
(which is now at the end of a middle row). I look at Noli a few seats
down and she nods in approval of how I seated everyone.
I turn my focus to the play. It's not on the front stage anymore;
it's now in the aisle on my left, only feet away. There are two women
sitting with their backs to the wall, facing the audience. They're
singing, and one is playing a guitar. They look a lot like each other:
heavy-set with glasses and long, straight, dark hair in ponytails.
They're casually dressed in tee-shirts and jeans. One is flicking
her nipple in rhythm with the song they're singing.
A small group of girls a few rows in front of me get up to leave.
It strikes me as totally rude because they're right in front of the
performers. I notice it's Tina and her roommates, all holding
hands in a line as they leave. The last girl reminds me of a pig and
is wearing gaudy gold jewelry. They all look at me but don't say
anything. "Nerds" I think to myself.
NEXT,
I'm sitting at a dining room table with
Mom
in our apartment (?). I just woke up and feel kind of crusty.
The doorbell rings. I go to open the door and see that the hall is
full of people, esp. lots of little kids. They start flooding into
our apartment until they fill it up. I feel like I want to brush my
teeth and wash my face or take a shower before I talk to anyone. I
go into a bathroom.
NEXT,
I'm in a room with a big table in the middle. Young men line all sides
of the table, sitting in chairs. They are each concentrating on
something on the table in front of them. I look closer and see that
each man has a paper/plaque that has a photo and description of various
football players. I see that the men in this room are football players
(some are wearing uniforms), and I stumbled into their pre-game team
gathering. Apparently they're learning all they can about the other
team's players they'll have to guard/tackle in the game so they can
form a strategy to know individual personal weaknesses.
I'm now talking to a group of people about cheerleaders.
(Isha,
Megan,
Kyla and others from that high
school group are here.) I say that I think cheerleading is really
stupid. But suddenly a newspaper-like document appears in my hands.
I look to see that it has lots of color photos of a future football
game of the season (like a yearbook page). There is a future date
written on it (___, 1996).
I look at the photos and see that I'm the
main cheerleader.
I'm decked out in the skirt & garb and am on the
field with other cheerleaders, rooting for our football team. I
am wearing bright turquoise/blue eye-shadow that extends out from my
eyes about an inch.
It looks really tacky, but for a moment I think
it looks exotic and egyptian. I see a full-body photo of me wearing
tight purple jeans. I have a bare midriff. I see that my legs look
really slim and my thighs don't touch each other although my feet are
close together.
FIN