mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
mordicai

  • Mood:
  • Music:

Lovesick Singalong.



Had a Sleep No More dream last night, after invoking the memories of all my usual little dream beasties & besties. Or rather, a Punchdrunk dream, since the context of the dream was that there was a new immersive show. I think the only part of my dream that ties in to my own personal mythology was when the militant Harlequin came out of the red drapes to give me a glass of chartreuse, which I promptly drank & used as a crutch to explain why the rest of the events were so fragmented. You met at a bar on the docks; the ocean lapping at the wooden prominence jutting out over it as martinis were served. That location was stable, the sort of quasi-Manderly, because I ended up there when I was accidentally ejected. The actual show started with a great deal of menace. You are drinking terrible alcohol with teenagers in a storage locker, or garage. It is filled with broken lawnmower equipment, blades ready, tools & sharp edges. They blindfold you, & lead you through the labyrinth of sharp metal objects, Wire Mother's garden-- maybe I was wrong, maybe the Frequency was on-- & they take the false wall away & you are inside. The space is fluid; a huge underground water reservoir, emptied & filled with Twin Peaks-esque red curtains. The curtains are heavy enough to be a barrier to passage & more to the point, they move, connected to motors far above. The maze is ever shifting. Outside of the first "room" I start in, I hear dozens of horses riding past; outside, a science-fiction Ceasar rides in a parade, back from the war. There are girls all in green dresses, nymphs flittering about, kallisti apple tossing like, even. There are mythologies at war under the red tent, I think, but I am drunk. I loose my way, end up outside, but an usher finds me sitting at the bar, harried-- "they're looking for you inside, sir! You're on!"
Tags: dreams, shakespeare, sleep no more
Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments