Last night I had what should have been an anxiety dream, but turned into something else. The dream started out with me naked on a stage, facing a packed house. I had a script in my hand and for only a second, I thought "Oh, shit..."; I was 3rd-person-confused (y'know, in dreams, where you know you're confused and frightened but you also happen to know everything that's going on around you). I knew that I was selected at the last minute from the audience to replace the writer/director/lead-actor of this play (who suddenly became overcome with stage-fright) I also knew that this was the opening-day for the play and I had no clue what I was doing. I remember looking at my fellow actors/actresses, who happened to be the naked cast of Friends, and then I tore right into my opening monologue like I was born to do it. I only remember flashes of the actual play, which was a strange fusion of Macbeth and Rent (I blame the current Philly theatre scene - and as a side note, Rent should NEVER be performed naked IMHO). So there I am singing out melodramatic monologues and performing a naked trash-can duet with Courtney Cox (a poorly casted Lady Macbeth) and the audience was loving it! By the third act, I didn't even need my script. The play itself wasn't really all that comprehensive, but I do remember a cool part where the stage started to fold out of itself (like in Les Mis for the revolution scene) and we all did an awkward naked Jets vs. Sharks scene with trashcan lids. This was hands down one of the strangest dreams I've ever had, but I'm liking the lack of anxiety, especially in a situation where anxiety would be expected. I even woke up with a smile, thinking "huh, strange but nice dream...". Of course a couple minutes later I found out that there was only a couple inches of snow and that I'd have to come into work. Bugger.