(10/26/07) theatrical training; didn't care after all

(Entered in paper journal at 5:21 AM on Q-train from Brooklyn to Manhattan.)

Dream #1

I stood in a blue room with an older couple and a man about my age. The older couple stood to my left. The man stood before me. The older couple looked somewhat wealthy. The man my age was tall, heavyish, pale, wearing a t-shirt (pinkish-beige?). Behind him may have been a bookshelf or a closet.

The man my age told me about some stage plan like for a theatrical production. I imagined a sparse blueprint.

I saw the man again. He told me we would use the things I made as a reference for later work I would apply for. He mentioned some other training I would go through.

The man showed me books that stood on a shelf over the door frame. The books were tall and thick and had old, dark blue, faded, cloth covers.

I now saw as if I were in a separate place. I heard the older couple and the man talking to me They couldn't afford to get me a really great suit -- it wasn't in the budget. But I would look good in whichever suit I got, they said. They suggested that at some point I get an all-white suit.

Dream #2

I sat in a movie theater with my old friend R. The movie was playing, but the theater was still half-lit and dim orange. R kept crowding into my view and putting his hand in front of important characters or things on the screen. When people in the movie would say important things R would interject loudly so I couldn't hear.

I got mad and told R, "This is what you do that makes me not want to hang around with you!"

R said, "So?" He laughed. I noticed how short R's hair was.

I said, "So I'm telling you because you told me to."

R said, "Yeah, well, I guess I really don't care if I'm upsetting you, even if you tell me."