It's opening night, I'm about to go on and I'm blanking on my lines. I'm tearing the dressing room apart. I can't find my script. I can hear my scene coming up on the monitor backstage and as the dream progresses, my heart starts to race until I wake up with a gasp and sweat on my brow.
For the record, in my dream, I was Hannah in Tennessee Williams' The Night of the Iguana -- which was my senior directing project in college. Way to bring it around, subconscious!
I worked on a film project over the weekend. It was mostly improvisational and I knew that going in. I was terrified the night before the shoot because I've been exhausted lately and what if I can't deliver? I felt like I only had two brain cells left. It wound up okay - I took a sleep aid the night before and I had a good time on the set - but I'm definitely stretched too thin right now.
This week, I am going to say no to a couple of activities. Ironically, they are theater-related activities -- which kills me, I should be networking at both (!!) However, I also need some blank space, some "farting around" time to work on a piece for an upcoming workshop. Sometimes, I find the management of creative energy a little difficult.