It seems my dreams are waking me at about 4 these days. This is really impractical cos it’s the wrong way round to make the jetlag easy heading over. My ideal situation for the next few days is to stay up until about 3am and then sleep until noon.
Turns out my body has other ideas.
We packed up the show case today. The whole show is in Bergman. I drove it back to Chelsea and it was pouring with rain. I got up to my flat and at about 5pm with absolutely no choice in the matter I fell asleep with the blanket on next to Misty and the two of us lay in sweet sweet slumber for a deep two hours. I woke up at 2:30pm Indiana time.
Thankfully I don’t have to buy boots. Brian went on a bootpurchasing spree about a year ago. I didn’t know until today that we are the same shoe size. He doesn’t want his Timberlands. I do. They aren’t walking boots like I normally have, they haven’t the easy lacing hooks and they need to be undone to get your foot in so they’ve nicked a good hour or so of my life in accumulated faff if I have them for as long as I normally have boots. But they’re a gift. I’ll trade an hour for the cost of those boots this time. I’m sure I’ve traded much more time for short term highs in my early thirties.
So now there’s nothing between me and America but time and the Atlantic ocean. I’m gonna deliberately stay up late tonight. I always try to begin to function towards the jet lag when I’m anticipating a long haul. The less time spent in bed in interesting places the more time you have to find the interest. My power nap might turn out to have been a help towards getting me onto US time.
That said I am FULL of cheese. All the Christmas hard cheeses and half a pack of raclette cheese just went into an absolute beast of a macaroni for the household. It might make me sleepy but since it is my interaction with Dreamland that is currently bashing my sleep patterns, an early cheesy night will only bring complicated stories. I dream semi lucid much of the time, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t bonkers dreams. And right now I’m playing multiple characters. A lovelorn shepherd boy, a vital old man on his last legs, a sadistic majordomo that hates his boss, a depressed pompous old louche (get that for free sure), the God of Marriage, a banished lord and a local pop star. All their journeys and needs are conflicting at the moment. It’s enough to play and honour one part with this writing. This is why I love absolutely love the work we do with AFTLS. The shows always please me so much, they are like little tight eggs of passion and control and technique. They’re actor’s shows and I’m an actor so yeah, I love to see the solutions and the connections and the things that happen that are true that could never happen without the problem of making it with a 24 kilo suitcase and 5 people.
AlBarclay 