My wife’s boss (let’s call her Linda) tells my wife (let’s call her Joan) that, in addition to her duties at their employer, she is producing Death of a Salesman and just lost her lead actor. Linda asks if I’d be interested in the role. Joan asks and I agree. Linda says they start on Saturday so I should show up at 6pm.
I arrive on Saturday to find they aren’t starting rehearsals–it is opening night. I explain to Linda that I don’t know any of the lines so she gives me a dark and blurry copy of the script. I tell her I can’t read it and she responds by reading it aloud. I say that patrons don’t want to pay to watch me read from a script (if I could) while others around me try to act. Linda says theater-goers don’t really care.
I try explaining that I’ve neither seen nor read Death of a Salesman (in real life, I think I saw it thirty years ago but, I’m sorry, it didn’t leave an impression).
Patrick freaking Stewart arrives and tells he’s really looking forward to seeing my performance. I then have a flashback — yes, a flashback in a dream — remembering that I saw the beginning of it but had to leave. I tell Patrick Stewart I saw it when Nathan Lane played Willy Loman.
My boss (we’ll call him Pete) arrives and asks me if I’m worried about embarrassing myself. I say no, I’m neither embarrassed nor nervous but offended that they’re unwilling to cancel the show and take money (with no intention of giving refunds) for this fiasco. I say I’m not going to do it and he starts telling me to calm down, grabbing my wrists and asks me if I’m drunk.
I leave and, as I’m walking home, other random, weird stuff happens.
I went back to college — like, to live on campus. My wife (let’s call her Ginnifer) was there, too but it wasn’t clear if she was also a student. I may also have been working on the campus. We were both really popular. A couple friends and I were watching The Shining 2 on a big screen in the student lounge and oodles of our other friends came to hang out with us.
Both sides of our family — my wife’s and I — totally got along and hung out together.
Yeah, it was a nice dream.