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Dreams, A Creativity Letdown

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“Dreams are like stars…you may never touch them, but if you follow them they will lead you to your destiny.”

Now that my alarm clock is not a young child screaming in my face I’ve been remembering more and more dreams over the past couple of years. Do you remember your dreams?

At the same time I’ve been making a concerted effort during my waking hours to use my creative energies on a regular basis, whether it’s writing or scaring the dog by learning the ukulele.

So let’s just say I was pretty bummed the other night when I woke up after dreaming about sweeping.
Actual sweeping not a euphemism. *yawn* Yes, congratulations, Wendy! You are now dreaming about household chores.

But the barely interesting twist was that my broom kept shrinking as I swept.

Maybe this represents my ongoing struggle with my filthy floors – never staying clean for long. True, but really, are my dreams now that boring?

So I looked up “sweeping” in my favorite online dream dictionary (what? everyone has those.)

Any type of cleaning in a dream can suggest ‘cleaning up’ or removing outworn ideas and attitudes. You may be sweeping to clear the ‘house’ or inner self of the buildup or ’dust’ or residue that accumulates from experience. Sweeping can also symbolize ‘sweeping issues under the carpet’ if you are not facing something.

Well, now we’re gettin’ somewhere juicy. Except that with a shrinking broom my subconscious seems to be basically admitting defeat.

To add insult to injury, I woke from this dream, thought it was odd, fell back asleep and proceeded to dream about telling someone about the sweeping dream I just had.

I can’t even come up with new material for my dreams??


Tell me you’re having wild, crazy dreams. Maybe a little sex, a little flying, something?

I’m afraid to go asleep now and dream about doing my taxes or some light dusting or dog ear cleaning or email inbox clearing or…. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Shit. You don’t want to know.

“I See France,” a 10 minute play by Wendy Wallace

Ahem! Sharing time, everybody!

For your viewing pleasure, this is the staged reading of my play, “I See France,” from last August’s Island Theatre 10 Minute Play Festival (and winner: Best Adult Play will wonders never cease).

Bronsyn, Ruth and Marybeth play the main panties (Brava!!). Take 9 minutes and watch. I hope you enjoy it. :)

Out of the Box

In case you’re wondering, I’m still squirming in uncertainty. But at least now, there’s giant piles of laundry, too my new writing assignment is almost done, and the show I’m in opens in two days.

I have two words for you:

Okay, that’s four words. See how freaked out I am?

It reminds me of studying for exams. I have taken many exams, and there comes a point when you get close to test day and feel panic well up. At which point I would tell myself, there’s only so much you can do now, keep reviewing, time will pass, the exam will come and you just have to keep your wits about you, Wendy.

Also, actors like to tell other actors to use it. Feeling nervous? Use it. Feeling aggravated at your spouse director, use it.

And not only am I acting, I have cultivated a new skill – bell dinging. Yes, thanks to one of the plays featuring a bell constantly cutting off the conversation, I am now dinger extraordinaire.

You might think dinging would be easy, but you would be wrong. As they say in this play and in circus life, timing is everything.

Plus, next time I go to a hotel and no one is at the counter…stand back for exceedingly amazing dinging! Minions will come running from all directions!

See, much good has already come from all this being outside of my box.