OMG OMG OMG OMG
No don?t panic or get too excited, what follows is only OMG for a saddo like me who needs to get a life.
But last night I Dreamed a Dream.
I was in a medium-sized room, sitting at a desk in the middle of a row of other ladies, said desk being on a raised step, like the first row of a lecture theatre.
And in the well of the room there was a bunch of actors rehearsing. And of course you?ll never guess who was in the front row, the one furthest away from me.
I could quite clearly see the profile and hear the Voice, oh my, as he took instructions from the producer, laughing as he was asked if he was able to get into the role, and what he thought of his screen daughter who was to be called Bianca. ?Bianca? was in the row behind him and looked about 13, dark-haired with a short pixie cut. He was supposed to walk back past her and wipe her nose for her, which he did with an expression of ??ew??; which had the whole room laughing, including ?Bianca; And then he walked to the back of the room, past us ladies, and out and I remember trying to change my expression from a soppy grin to a look of cool intelligent interest so he wouldn?t know think he had a crazed loon staring at him.
Where does the subconscious dig up these things from? It wouldn?t even be my first choice to dream about The Man, I try to leave well enough alone. All the same I am sort of relieved that I didn?t actually disgrace myself and do something embarrassing 