Dream diary

At the beginning of the whole Common Ground project , as soon as I knew that I had been cast in 13 I began keeping a dream diary. I did this because when Will held a workshop will us doing different exercises related to each of the three common ground shows, I really struggled with the exercise inspired by 13. In the workshop we had to split up into groups and tell each other about the worst nightmare we had ever had, and then we would describe parts of our own dream to the rest of the class (who were huddled in a circle in the middle of the room with the lights off) but because each member of each group had a different dream when you would describe part of your dream someone else would jump in and start describing their dream. This was so we could create a collaborative story and narrative through our nightmare. At the time the exercise scared the shit out of me and made me very on edge. I remember that the 13 exercise was the last one we did and then we had break, and after leaving the rehearsal space I felt very ill at ease, like when someone strokes a cat in the wrong direction. Looking back on this experience after working on the play and it themes intensely for 3 months, I see now that I was too narrow minded and closed off to properly engage with the exercise. I feel that through the process I have become more open and emotionally available, whilst also becoming more willing to participate and engage in weird wacky acting exercises. THANKS WILL!

Also at the time all I knew about the play 13 was that it had something to do with dreams and nightmares. So to try and keep ahead of the game after not doing so well in the workshop I began writing down anything and everything that I could remember about my dreams.

Here is everything I wrote down about my dreams over the last 3 months:

Dream diary 

being back at sedlescombe road but there are like 8 beds in the big bedroom and we have loads of people staying over 
Chrissie house with pat fridge raiding at Silly o'clock trouble 
On the train with mummy but she sits near the bitches and give me a tiny pink net book that I hate but then I feel bad and guilty for hating it and telling her I hate it 
Cinema coliseum Zelda type arena 
Layers and Lots of stairs Endless stairs 
Baby foster care little girl parents given to me so cute babysitting small talking words Crying 4 months 
me at Cadets defending the cliche Brit school 
KFC Collette
Stealing from Patricks lodger who's coming back today 
Dying my hair blonde and it goes badly wrong
having two guinny pigs with the cat and the cage got turned on its side by the wardrobe then they ran around the whole house 
Killed two people ran around west brompton guns popping off sirens in the distance running and hiding constantly 
fell over into a pond 
walls tightening 
massive thunder storm rain wind gusts of hail stones thunder 4