Sunday, March 03, 2013

Improv Isn't All It's Cracked Up To Be

Never blog when tired.  You end up going to bed right afterwards, and then the blog world insinuates itself into your dreams.  Last night, I dreamt that I traveled to Los Angeles to participate in some theater/improv workshop run by Suzy Soro.  When I got there, all the other workshop participants were being outfitted in pretty dresses (a la Renaissance style); but Suzy said to me, "You don't need a dress.  You're going to be the pig."

"Pig?  Um, okay.  So, uh, where's my costume?" I asked, enviously eyeing a compatriot being outfitted in a gauzy white flowing number.  I knew better than to argue with Suzy, even in my sleep.

Intimidating, I tell you...
"What you've got on is fine," she said.

I looked down and saw I was wearing ugly jeans and an even uglier bright blue button-down top.  Where did I get those?  I wondered.

"Okay," Suzy said.  "You've got to go outside now."


"Yes, you're the PIG.  You have to run away, and they are all going to chase you."  She shook her head as if to say, Man, do I have to explain EVERYTHING to these cretins? and stalked away.

Things went downhill from there.  Picture one of those medieval scenes of a mob of villagers (but dressed in long, flowy dresses) carrying torches, hunting for the runaway pig (um, that's me), who was doing her best to do a sort of infantry crawl through the woods, all the while wondering where she got that ugly blue shirt she had on.

I have the dumbest dreams, I swear.  But, Suzy, if you're reading this, I don't think I'm going to sign up for an improv workshop, should you decide to start offering them.  Not unless you can guarantee I won't be the pig...


  1. I have visions of Monty Python now, with you as the pig (wearing bright blue -- which isn't actually a bad color, is it?) screaming, er, oinking, "I'm not dead yet!"

    Can you blame it on funeral brain?

  2. Wow. Having to play the role of a pig and then have villagers chase after you is a nightmare, for sure. I had a nightmare last night, but it involved a teenager driving the car recklessly, and me losing my daughter's purse. Thankfully I didn't have to do improv in my dream.

  3. That's one crazy-ass dream. What DO you suppose it means?

  4. Fascinating the way the brain works!