Monday, July 19, 2010

In Dreams . . .

I saw Inception on Friday, and then had a weekend at Faire to think about it.

For those of you who haven't seen it, see it. That is all.

Dreams have always ben an essential part of my life; ever since I can remember, I have had strange, wonderful, vivid dreams that play out like movies in my head. I wake up and run over the dream, remembering as much detail as I can though so much slips away. Inception is about dreams, and reality, and the stories we tell ourselves, the truth we create to make things bearable.

Being Fae is sort of like letting the subconscious, the part that feels and reacts while storing everything deep within, come out to the surface and play. This weekend I found myself asking: if Gaia is some manifestation on an inner self, what does she say about me? She is kind and shy and often an outsider, always seeking to look after others. Perhaps she is not truly my subconscious but a wish cast by that part of me, my inner self sending me a message about the sort of person I should be. A dream when I am awake. Gaia is gentle and selfless, and I think that is why I hear people call me beautiful when I am playing her; it is not just the makeup and the costume, but something that shines out, something I find it hard to access in my regular life.

I always have said that the first season playing a character is about discovering the character, and the second season is about discovering yourself, and that seems to be holding true. I think I'll be interested to see where this dream takes me.


Red Crumbs said...


I just have to get my boys up to Bristol to see you this summer. I don't know if you remember me: I designed sets at Guerin back in the day. If you are half as lovely playing your woodland sprite as you were as Maria and Mrs. Smith, you must surely be enchanting the crowds. Love your blog and hope to communicate more with you in the future.

Fondly, Donna Brady

Ginger said...

My goodness! I DO remember you, Donna! I hope you can come up to Bristol!

Red Crumbs said...

Wonderful! My 10 yr old, Henry, might be a little standoffish, but my 4 1/2 yr old, Elliot, will jump right into your arms to be whisked away to fantasy land! I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll see HIM on the stage one day!