Called in dead today. After being sick last week on top of having to work my queue at D by my lonesome, I needed a day off. This meant getting to go back to sleep. Of course this means I have the most incredible headache from not eating since about 9 last night, but I say the dream was worth it.
A HS friend of mine Ashley and I were at a school that wasn't the one we grew up going to, but in the dream was ours. Apparently our reputations (at least in the dream world) had gotten out about being exceptional dancers. Bruce Willis was in town shooting a musical he was producing and came by the school to see if we would be interested in doing choreography for a few of the numbers. We were more voluntold than asked, but it wasn't like either of us were going to turn him down.
After some confusion about when and where we were supposed to meet up with him and the dancers, we figure best place is to meet up at the school (us and the hired dancers) and then we'll take chartered buses to the rehearsal location. It was already late afternoon getting into evening, but he wanted to start right away.
While waiting for everyone to arrive, I remember wandering about the school. It was much nicer than mine back in the woods and had a huge stage for theatre as well as small auditorium-like rooms for classes; the smaller theatre classes actually had little stages in the middle of their mini- auditorium. I settled my way into one of those.
A group of students were preparing for a play. I went from being observer to actor during some points of it. The details now are a bit fuzzy, but there was a woman who was being what appeared to be a witch for help. Everyone was in fantasy/medieval-ish garb. As the woman was passing to the witch with on top of an old hill with a ragged stone arch atop it, what perhaps were the woman's hand maidens stiid to the side in the dimmed light looking on. On the other side of the hill was a young man on a bench at table drinking from a tankard and for awhile, quietly listening.
The witch agrees to what the girl is requesting, though what that was had already left me; the dialogue is always hardest for me to remember. The spotlight focuses in on the witch and dims as she begins her work. I remember her pulling some kind of thin, rope-like vine from the stone arch as part of her spell and smelling cinnamon. Other ingredients she gathered from the top of the hill that were a part of nature, but anything she had brought with her; can't remember other specifics. As the witch was making herself ready to cast her spell upon the thankful girl, the young man from the other side of the hill spoke up in his drunken stupor, chastising the girl for what she was about to do. At this point I found myself sitting on the bench next to him and giving him a very hard glare. The girl up top simply tried to shush him and remind him that this was her choice. After some more grousing, he finally went back to mumbling into his ale.
I didn't get to see how everything ended unfortunately. Woke up just after that and it being 3 in the afternoon, it was about time I got on with my day off. Hope things worked out for the girl, though, whatever she was wishing for.
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