dreams

So I had a weird dream today. A really ridiculous one.
I was killed as a martyr by a priest who worshipped Golden Monkey and had Piotr Adamczyk’s face. He murdered me with a statue of the Monkey, and later smashed some other sculpture into me, saying that is ‘the ideal martyr’, meaning the sculpture, not me.
Actually, he was quite right, as it wouldn’t be cool to die in a wooden box because of a freaking Golden Monkey’s ornament thrown by a its fanatical follower who still is a Christian priest and yet keeps that enormous statue in his room (not only one, by the way) and shouts that >>we’re all dirty<< while chasing me.
Anyway. My point is:
WHAT THE…
How many times I’ve woken up and mumbled that phrase? Oh well, there was that dream about a pink bus, where people go after death; the one where some boy’s father was a chicken’s skeleton and the one where I was running through Hogwarts and Dumbledore’s skeleton waved to me or the one where I had to hit parrots with a whip and one parrot turned out to be a girl who I strongly disliked. Or the one where a priest was testing my knowledge from R.S and he asked me ‘What staples does Empik use in books?’.
(of course, there were dreams who still send shivers down my spine when I think of them – the disgusting or scary scenes… EH nevermind)
I wonder what makes the dreams so random and senseless. Dreams are pretty much like hallucinations, or so they say. So is it brain being high and it’s just sticking pieces of what it’s experienced to make more or less (well… rather less than more) realistic, or maybe it’s American scientists’ wobbly theory, or maybe it has something to do with subconsciousness.
If it was the latter, the characters of ‘Midsummer’s Night Dream’ would have much to think over, I suppose.

The only sunny day of the week

Monday 15th, 7pm, outside Galeria Arsenał. GV students, their parents, brothers, sisters, friends, GV teachers, all start to gather. Some of them sit themselves comfortably on the chairs provided, others stand waiting. A group of children begin with two short sketches “The Police” and “The Bus Stop”. They are amateurs playing for the first time in front of such an audience. They do extraordinarily well. Then the professionals enter the stage. The last year’s cast from “Romeo and Juliet” (plus some fresh blood) this time perform “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”. They are absolutely marvelous. People laugh when Helena, in love, runs after indifferent Demetrius, when simple-minded Bottom, Quince, Flute and Snug rehearse their play, when imaginative and witty Puck does mischief after mischief. The audience laugh watching well-directed facial expressions and gestures. The performance finishes with a tremendous applause and cheering. All well-deserved. Little circles of actors and their friends and families form. Comments and further laughs are heard; some admit having improvised here or there. ‘Really? I would have never guessed! Wow! You were fantastic!’ It is getting darker. The cast, the two directors and the teachers all go to a pizzeria to celebrate. It has been a tiring day. It has been an exhausting year and we’ve all deserved a long holiday.
Have a nice summer everybody.

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End-of-school-year show

A Midsummer Night’s Dream is on Monday, 15 June, 7.30pm, in the yard of Arsenal Gallery.

The cast:
Mateusz Acewicz
Michał Andruszkiewicz
Marta Baczewska
Andżelika Chodnicka
Wiktoria Franczak
Zuzanna Gil
Gabriela Karczewska
Paulina Kordiukiewicz
Jan Kowalski
Michał Lewandowski
Rafał Onoszko
Marta Orzełek
Daniel Taranta
Mateusz Wasielica