I just woke up from having the longest, most intense dream that I have had for a long time, which is the main reason that I didn't get up until 1.30p (besides the fact that I didn't go to sleep until 5a), because I was so caught up in the story that I would go back to sleep in order to find out what happened.

I dreamed that I was staying with Omar and his parents and his sister (he doesn't really have a sister), but we weren't in New Jersey, we were in a big house in a Spanish country (could have been Cuba), and he and I had this really volatile relationship where we were always fighting and making up, and once I ran from the house and he ran after me and we had a big blow up in public, and then he said, "You're a real latin girl now, because fighting and making up in the street in front of everybody is a really latin thing to do!"

Anyway, all the fighting was really bad, until soon that was all we were doing, so I ran away, and he ran after me, so I traveled in the land of the dead so he couldn't find me. I wasn't really dead, but I was pretending that I was and the dead believed me.

It was really incredible, the land of the dead, there were so many people, and they all looked as they did when they died. There was a tall, handsome, grey haired man whom I was talking with who had this black stuff all around his teeth, and I had to know what it was, but I couldn't quite figure out how to ask without being rude, but I finally did, and it turned out that he was poisoned.

There was another guy who was making rotten sandwiches for everyone without noticing that everything was moldy, so I snuck them away and threw them out, then Geoff Dawe (who must have been dead!) whispered in my ear that they don't throw them out until 7.30. It turned out that just like me, nobody wanted to hurt his feelings, but everyone knew not to touch his sandwiches.

And there was a weird thing, a doctor delivering a baby into the land of the dead, and they were saying that the baby looked better than usual, that maybe it would make it back into life, and then I saw the doctor who was delivering the baby in life, that he was drunk and killing the baby with his incompetence. The drunk doctor was in the land of the dead too, but he wasn't dead, and I overheard someone saying that they were looking forward to him really dying at last, because it made them nervous to see him walking around without a shadow. I didn't have a shadow either, because I wasn't really dead, but nobody noticed.

And all along, Omar kept trying to find me and he wouldn't give up, and I decided that I would go back with him if you did find me, because that would mean that he went through a great deal to find me again, and deserved me. I woke up before that happened, but the whole dream was really like a movie, and that would have been the logical happy ending of the movie.

Speaking of Omar, I saw him last night for the first time in nearly a month. It was the opening night of his show, though his latest ex came to the show and they are good friends now, so they went out together afterwards, I'm his date tonight.

I did go in to see his show, though, which was quite spectacular. His performance, it blew me away, it's the best thing that he's ever done. Actors use themselves, of course, it's what we have and we can usually find part of yourself in every character, so we use that. We use our facial expressions and our body tics and our voices and our stance, you can nearly always see the actor in the character.

Well, this character, Omar wasn't there. It was astonishing. Part of it was that he was playing a Cuban with an accent, but the way he sat, the way he was, none of it was him and it blew my mind.

When I got home, we were going to rehearse, but Fran and I started running lines for Act II/III, and we realized that running the lines was more important than doing a regular rehearsal. We did it three times, from 10.30p to 2.30a.

We're gonna do it again tonight, and tomorrow, and however many times we need to in order to get the damn script into our heads. I still don't know Act IV.

Lenten entries missed:

Sars (who must be thrilled that she has the same name as the New Plague, if pronounced differently) made an extremely moving foray into fiction, gave some unsolicited advice, essayed the rules to drunk bingo, and attempted to help a friend clean out her closet over the phone.

Today's horoscope:
An everyday routine begins looking like an arcane ritual. Surely there are better ways to spend your time. Business undergoes a subtle change. Stay current with your friends if you expect them to return the courtesy.

One year ago today:
If I knew what they were, I'd find a perfume that smells like them, but it's kind of nice that it's this special thing that happens once a year, half forgotten until suddenly the air is redolent again.

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