Since childhood, I have always had amazingly vivid dreams. Stuff works its way into my subconscious, then I dream about them and sometimes like now I end up writing about them.
Since childhood, I have also had a great love for the theatre and have been haunted by a recurring dream for many years. I am sitting on a toilet as a huge red velvet, Palladium-esque curtain goes up like a rocket, revealing an audience of thousands. I always said that Freud would have had a field day with me.
Very recently I was discussing the brilliance of actress Nicola Walker. I watched Quartet with the incredible Maggie Smith for the umpteenth time and Dillie Keane, one important third of Fascinating Aida, well I have been addicted to them for 20 years, so they often sew on sequins in my dreams.
Yesterday I read that Dillie Keane was appearing in a Little Night Music at The Watermill Theatre near Newbury and I was thinking how much I would like to go. I was irritated because I can’t just jump in the car and go as the English Channel gets in the way.
So I dream. Dillie has bamboozled the director of a high-flying play she is in with Maggie Smith and Nicola Walker, into offering me a small part. I am ecstatic. My dream of performing with those I have held in such awe for so long is coming true.
My first night and the awesome threesome are on stage together as I am standing excitedly in the wings waiting for my cue. I am awed by Maggie’s monologue as theatrical fog shrouds the stage.
The atmosphere is intense and I am feeling a little nervous now. It is almost time to deliver my important one liner to Maggie and I lean, a little too heavily, on a piece of the scenery which brings the whole set crashing down around the awesome threesome. Maggie is fuming and Dillie starts singing Suddenly New Zealand and I need a trap door to escape the wrath of the entire cast and crew.
Fortunately, Nicola Walker thought it was funny as the curtain came down and I woke up.