I was a sleepwalker. At least through my college years. I would wake up down the hallway at the dorm. As my unconscious got more ambitious, I began to take the elevator in my sleep. Between my sophomore and junior years in college I did summer stock in New York State. I was playing Bottom in A Midsummer Nights Dream. The stage was in the barn. I had my little bed in the hayloft. One night I awoke in the middle of the night. I was on stage in the barn performing Bottoms Dream. This meant I negotiated two flights of stairs, one going down, one going up to get on stage. When I awoke I was in the spot I normally delivered the monologue. Over the next few nights I kept waking up on stage. 3 AM. With significant differences. I started going to the dressing room first and putting on my costume. I was unable to button buttons or fasten my pants. But I was onstage, costume pants at my ankles. Shirt and vest on, but open. My girlfriend Beth was there. She played a fairy in that play. I went to her room and begged her to watch me at night and to keep me in bed. The next night I was on stage again. In full costume. I asked Beth what happened. She said I woke up in a fright that I had missed my cue. She tried to keep me in the bed. I told her, This time its for real! In the end she let me go. She said she thought it would be worse for me to dream I missed my entrance.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 14:58:23 +0000
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