Nirvana

Looking down at the very large script resting on my lap, I thought to myself, "wow, this is all mine".

I sat in the top row of the theater, my director sitting an aisle away. It was a table read, of sorts, and when we got to the fifth page of this huge script, the character named "Temple" came into play. I knew, she was mine. I knew I would have a lot of work to do, and lots of highlighting. My favorite thing about a new script...getting to highlight the lines that are mine. MINE! All mine! I couldn't wait.

As I opened my mouth to speak my first line, I heard the scratching at the door. I tried to ignore it, truly not wanting to lose this moment. But I heard it again and was jolted up. I had to let her in. I did it as quickly as possible so that I could get back to where I was, but sadly, it didn't work. I couldn't find it. Where was that theater again?

Night after night I go through this. Sometimes not wanting to get back to that place, but as I rest my head on that pillow, I am taken to situations that I never thought possible. Be it running through the island with the losties, visiting old friends that I haven't seen in over a year, or sometimes, them visiting me for not so great reasons. More recently I even visited the afterlife...with it's flowing fields and classical music on my ride there. "so silly," i thought.

Sometimes it's fulfilling, and sometimes it just gives me a taste of what could be possible. I wake up wanting more. Or feeling renewed with fresh ideas in my head. Is that how it could have turned out?

But sadly, it's always just a dream.

Just a girl, with some bad sleeping habits, and the most vivid dreams, taking her to places...well...she's never dreamed of.