The other night, I dreamt that Jack, the drama chappie at my high school, had contacted me to be in a play, but had not called upon me to come to rehearsals until the Dress. As apparently I was meant to be Juliet in Romeo &, this was a very strange way to go about things. However, since I was meant to be Juliet, I already knew all the lines (Note: I have at some point in my life known all her lines off by heart. I do not truly know this to still be the case, but if any of you would like to get up a production and not ask me until the Dress, we shall find out.)

So not only had I not been asked to come until the Dress - leaving me at an utter loss as to cues and so forth - but I apparently was not told in time to be on time, and so did not join the rehearsal until Act II. The entire proceeding was a muddle - I didn’t see the chap portraying Romeo ‘til, give or take, the death scene - and sometimes it seemed to be a Dress, sometimes an opening night with a very forgiving audience. It was chaotic and horrible and fun.

I miss the theatre.