Director
June 13, 2009
I dream a production of All My Sons is to open at school in a week. It has yet to be cast and it does not have a director. I try to convince Bea Arthur to direct. Bea doesn’t want to do it in one week, so I’m stuck with it myself. The students are reluctant to audition because they want to do something funnier. I assure them that Arthur Miller is hilarious.
August 10, 1995
I dream I go to New York with various actor friends to audition for an interactive show in which the flip of a coin determines each line. I feel positive at the audition, which is held in a big banquet room in the middle of some sort of affair. On my way to the appointment, I go to a cold cut tray and fix the director a sandwich. I give her the sandwich and a resume and we talk for a few minutes. I think she likes me.
December 6, 1993
I dream I am in France directing a play and the people are rude to me. I am particularly miffed when I visit an actress I’m attracted to. Her boyfriend kicks me out of their house and makes me carry a metal rod with a diaper hanging on the end. I am carrying the rod and diaper all over France wondering what to do. Finally, I go back to the actresses’ house to return the rod and diaper and there is a party going on. A guy with a mustache invites me in but I beg another engagement.
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In my mythology class I am a big proponent of Jungian dream analysis, but your dreams are pretty resistant to it. In this set, though, I could see the boyfriend who makes you carry the rod and the diaper as a shadow figure, a part of your psyche that you do not usually accept. He would be your shadow because he is successful with the actress and in the dream you are not. I’m not sure what aspect of you would be represented by carrying a rod and a diaper, but it does make a striking image…
Eva, it tickles me to learn that you find my dreams resistant to Jungian analysis. Frankly, I always felt that my dreams had little to interpret.
Most of my dreams, or at least the funnier ones, are about someone who wants respect but gets none.
The date may assist in analyzing that dream. In December, 1993, I had only months before defended my dissertation.