The Dreams Continue ... But Turn Dark

[mrdreamjeans]

The vivid dream of two nights ago continued last night, but darkened in tone. In the first part of the dream, I continued in "Evita", but the "rights" were granted to a different producer. I was asked to come along, but the costume shop and new wardrobe supervisor were incompetent. They took all of my wonderful costumes and distributed them to other people, eliminating pieces which are integral to making the constant changes possible, replacing the quality fabrics of the suits and tuxes with cast-offs and cheap imitations. I remember shouting over and over again that they had ruined my costumes ... that they had been made for me ... that I had been the only one to wear them ... that I had taken such care of them ...and that they were ruined or gone .... Then the scene shifted ....

I was performing in a show on an Ivy League Campus, I think Yale. We were rehearsing, then took a 15-minute break. I was sitting on steps, chatting with my friend Mary (who is inexplicably in the dream). Suddenly, a tiny voice says, "Hello... My name is Toby ...". I look to my left and there's an angelic four- year old sitting next to me. He's very articulate for his age, blond and blue-eyed, wise beyond his years, but not sit-com smart. I ask where his parents are ... he tells me they are scientists ... that he often spends his time alone. ( I know it doesn't make any sense.) He asks if he can hang around with Mary and me and I agree to it.

The stage manager comes out and announces that the break is over. Just as I get up, sirens sound ... The campus and town are under attack. There are explosions, the sounds of rapid gunfire; everyone is frantically running in different directions. The noise is deafening, the air smells of fear. I pick up Toby, comforting him... telling him, "Don't be scared. I'll take care of you..." ... He replies in a calm voice, "I know. I trust you." .... I hug him tight, searching for shelter ...

Then the phone rang ....

What's going on?