Dream

Posted on August 24, 2002 in Dreams

I am a witness to a peculiar kind of play, with many scenes that happen in different places, all at the same time. You choose where you want to be and just sit there watching the actors. I choose to observe a scene that takes place in a bedroom on the second floor of a long cottage. Some lord is dying in bed. The emperor, who is also dying, comes to see him. They carry the emperor up the stairs on a white canopy bed. When they get to the dying lord, they force the emperor’s bed down on top of the lord’s bed, presumably crushing him. The heir to the throne, a middle-aged man, comes to talk. He wears an silk indigo turban. He’s clean shaven. Some great scene, crucial to the plot, is taking place here and I am the only witness. They ask me to move some props for them as the actors move off to play their parts somewhere else.