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Fucking Losing My Shit

Thursday, July 17th, 2008 | Plugs

Happy Thursday.

Last night I dreamed that it was opening night of the Workshop show. It took place at the Jeune Leune for some reason and instead of political satire, we had combined a Greek tragedy with Shakespeare. Apparently it was going pretty well, except for the fact that I couldn’t remember any of my lines. It was awful. Joe, good friend that he is, covered for me on several occasions but it was clear that I had ruined the show. Afterwards, Caleb took me out to eat and fired me. After that, I came home and found my girlfriend (It was a girl I met once and talked to for maybe a minute. She’s from Regina. Whatever.) in the arms of this pretty boy actor (No one I know. Joe was the only person in the cast I recognized.) who was pissed at me because I had ruined his shot at getting on stage at the Guthrie. This made my dream girlfriend sad so she left me for him, not saying BUT clearly implying that my career was over.

I slept for ten minutes last night. My reward was this dream.

Today we rehearse. Tonight we go into our first preview and after that I finish writing my Fringe show. This dream was not meant to elicit sympathy. Rather, I think it is powerful evidence that by Saturday I might be officially on a boat to Crazy Town. Seriously, you’re gonna want to see what I’m like Friday night.

Fringe Show-Tomorrow Night-1030-BNW-$5. Tickets.

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