Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave
Oct. 15th, 2021 09:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloI dreamed I had a medieval broadsword and was going off to have an adventure with it when this bunch of kids asked to borrow it so they could play cricket. At first I said "No" but then I thought a cricket match might be fun- but only if I was in charge- so I asked for a one-to-one confab with their leader. The rest of them crowded round and I shouted at them to back off and when they wouldn't, appealed to Priti Patel, the Home Secretary (who just happened to be there) to please keep them in order.
Later I was sitting in a waiting room with a girl who was either my daughter or my granddaughter, waiting for her to be called in for an audition. A woman sitting opposite asked her companion if the old man (meaning me) was talking to himself and I said. No, what I was doing was weeping with emotion because I could hear lines from The Tempest being recited in the next room.
Later I was sitting in a waiting room with a girl who was either my daughter or my granddaughter, waiting for her to be called in for an audition. A woman sitting opposite asked her companion if the old man (meaning me) was talking to himself and I said. No, what I was doing was weeping with emotion because I could hear lines from The Tempest being recited in the next room.
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Date: 2021-10-15 10:30 am (UTC)I think that detail in the dream was prompted by an interview I read yesterday with Patrick Stewart in which he says his inspirational teacher sat his secondary modern class down with the trial scene from the Merchant of Venice, gave them parts and told them to start reading. Stewart's first line was something utterly banal like "I have possessed your excellency of my intent"- and he didn't understand what it meant but he liked the sound of it- and from then on he was hooked.