I was in a dream, I was gone away without you

I usually don't have performance dreams until long after the shows are done. I made it two nights this time.

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We are beginning the Masque scene of the Tempest, when suddenly everything seems wrong. Where is everyone who is supposed to be on stage? Oh well, the show must go on I suppose, until pirates interrupt me in the middle of singing and storm the stage. Pretty soon everyone in the cast is a performance slave, dressed in oddball costumes and speaking a kind of gibberish for the audience. Backstage, I drop an ostrich egg a story below and watch it crack on the floor, then foster whispers of revolt against the pirates. "Let's just do the Masque scene like we always did--I want to leave."

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There was no end. I just woke up.