My metaphorical dreams of working in theatre were never particularly centred on acting myself, and now I no longer want to make that my job anyway. Nobody seems to have told that to my actual dreams though. Last night I dreamed that I was on a large stage, possibly the Lyttelton. I wasn't doing much actual acting though, I seemed to be one of those people the National casts in some of its larger productions to act as pretty much background atmosphere. In fact I seemed to have my back to the audience for the entire play, hunched over a table or bar to the side.
As a cast we seemed to be aware that the play were in wasn't very good, but didn't know quite how bad until it came to the bows, at which point almost all the audience had either left already, or rushed out now to avoid applauding. Having had my back on them all the time, I hadn't seen any of this until now. I stood next to one of the other actors who was my friend, and as we lined up he nodded towards what I'd missed: While the stage remained the Lyttelton's, the auditorium had become the Globe's, with no roof, and now only about four people standing in a row in the Yard, trying to make up for the lack of applause from everywhere else.