So this is weird, apparently if I'm going to dream about the theatre, the play always seems to be King Lear. This morning I dreamed of a King Lear being staged outdoors, over the whole of a large, hilly park. Not a promenade production though, the audience was sitting in several groups all spread around which basically meant nobody could see the whole action, only anything that came really close to where they were sitting. Not a staging I can see catching on any time soon to be honest. The actor playing Edgar was getting very close to the audience group I was in during his scene, which was awkward as he was not only completely naked but also had a semi. Which totally doesn't work, unfortunately - there may be many references to Poor Tom being naked but it's also made clear this isn't quite the case, and he's at least wearing something on his nethers. Also whoever the actor was I didn't fancy him, which seems a bit mean of my subconscious, especially after the theatrical tottyfest last night which you'd have expected to provide plenty of inspiration. Anyway I was at the top of one of the hills, and at some point the production involved shooting real cannons, with a real cannonball crashing down to the bottom of the hill. It wasn't even the end of the play where there's an actual battle. I do like this about myself, that I can't help being critical of my dreams when they stray from the script. And then finally the group I was sitting with got really noisy and chatty, I had a go at them and stormed off to find somewhere else to sit, but they all treated me as the pariah because there was a child among the people who'd been making a noise. *tsk* don't look at me, I'm not the one who brought a child to see some bloke waving his hardon around in public. Pervs.