dream. Sunday, no movies or entertainment. A good day, spent watching football and interacting. Began at South Fourth---bartender Jack very friendly, clued him in on the documentary Los Sures, a picture of the south side made in 82, when poverty was rampant. Soon joined by other fans, we watched the first part of the Jet game---time to move on, then walked from South Fourth to Metropolitan and Bushwick, then south on Bushwick to Grand. L train to Jefferson; checked out a few streets around there, especially Troutman Street between Wycoff and Irving---at least three bars now exist on that spot. Why? How many are needed. Then spent an hour or so at Cobra, some good company there--watched most of the first half of the Steeler Patriot game---not really a very interesting game---it was clear that Patriots would dominate. Left, not sure of next stop, did I want to head to BAM to see a movie---reading at Bushwick Starr started at 8, and did not believe that I could stick it out that long in one place. Finally opted for a return to South Fourth---good choice, bartender Olivia always friendly and glad to see me, was able to relax and also had a nice talk with my friend Kim. South fourth sponsors a comedy open mike on Sunday evening, something that I read in AM New York might motivate me to join it. Should I? Have never done open mike before---could be excruciating---but might be necessary. Will think about it.
Returned to the apartment with a feeling of satisfaction. Accomplished what I had wanted---to be present with other people. Yet had a dream that night that was very strange (for want of a better word). In the dream, I am directing a reading of a play and am looking for a domineering older type. I think of an actor named Bryan M, who was very active up until recently---has not done much in the past few years, must be around 80 or a little older. In the dream I call him up, and he is very nice about saying yes and asking for the script. I feel a little bit like I am taking advantage of him..
Suddenly I awake! Did he really say yes. I check my phone, just to see that I really did not make that call. Feel very embarrassed, not sure if this is dream or waking . For some reason I am very tense---takes a bit of time to calm me down. I try to analyze the dream: why did I put Bryan M in it? Does he represent me or some aspects of me. He had a successful career as an actor and director. I first saw him play Edgar in the Peter Brook production of King Lear. Edgar is a survivor---forced to create a world for himself---but I have seen Mr. M in many other plays as well--he has played autocrats to homosexual theater men. Why him for the dream? I am still stymied by that question.
Yesterday, hard working day at Friends, but good to see many ninth graders in the classes that I subbed for, and to meet some of the new students who just entered Friends in the ninth grade. Not much afterwards, for I was tired. Today's evening---not clear, maybe one of the sports bars to watch the world series (not too interested) and the first Knick game of the year. Of course it will depend on how much energy I have after sessions. Will report tomorrow or soon, That's all for now
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