centre of the universe - the dreaming: Speaking of dreaming...

10/31/2008: "Speaking of dreaming..." Last night, I saw probably the best presentation of A Midsummer Night's Dream I've ever seen. On a whim, I thought I'd see if there were any tickets left, since its last night is Saturday. And you know what? Aelius grabbed some for me (for which I am completely in his debt). I called up my Partner in Crime, and he ditched a gaming date to accompany me.

This is one of my all-time favourite plays by Teh Brad, and I've seen it many times. Even when it wasn't performed exceedingly well, I've enjoyed it. But last night....last night will be difficult to top. So. Good. Part of it is the intimacy that is the Globe Theatre. It's my favourite theatre to date...I love how, because it's small, you can always see the actors' faces. And Helena was queen of wonderful facial expressions. My favourite character in the play is Titania, and Globe found the very best Titania. In fact, I think they may have *actually* used Titania. She is amazing. And, for the entire final act, I was utterly useless with laughing. So. Damned. Good.

I'd go in to expressive and high-falutin' language here, drawing on my vast knowledge of big, fancy words like ontological and anthropomorphism, but something else happened later on that night, and, to be honest, it has me a little unnerved. I guess technically, it happened early early this morning, but when shit like that happens in the middle of the night, you kind of forget and one day blends in to the next.

I got home, and all the chit'luns were sleeping and so was His Nibs (the play didn't start until 7:30, and we didn't get out of there much before 11:00, so I was home late), so I left the Hallowe'enie Beanie treats in the car so they wouldn't crinkle when I got in. Now, I've given up trying to be quiet when I get in late...it was easier in the long run to train my family to sleep deeply rather than try to train myself to be graceful and nimble, so I didn't take any particular care getting ready for bed. But just as I was about to snuggle down under a pile of blankets, I realised it was *really* cold in the house. At least, it was in the bedroom. The main floor hadn't been particularly chilly.

I figured His Nibs had lost his mind and left a window open (this is something I do all the time...leave windows open at night, not figure His Nibs has lost his mind. I like it to be cool in the room when I sleep.), so I got back out of bed and checked the windows. They were both closed, but I felt this cold breeze coming from the hall. "Maybe one of the kids opened his window in the afternoon and forgot about it?" I wondered to myself.

Now, The Captain and The Nipper can pretty much sleep through a direct aerial assault, complete with B-52s and Russian Mig fighters, so after I double-checked the bathroom window (it was closed), I didn't feel particularly bad about opening their creaky doors in the middle of the night. The Nipper, true to form, was sprawled half-on, half-off his bed, and the curtains were still. As I closed his door, I heard something coming from The Captain's room. Feeling vindicated, and hoping to catch him reading comics in the middle of the night, I snuck into his room.

Sure enough, his window was wide open. But here's the thing - the screen was torn completely out. Its frame lay warped and bent on the roof of the addition. "What the hell?" I probably said that out loud. I don't really remember now. A chill ran through my spine. Someone was in the house.

All The Captain really has in his room by way of defending against an intruder is a battery-operated moon light and an old pair of hockey skates hanging from the wall, but I figured the teeny tiny desk chair might do more damage. His room is tiny, but full of shadows, and whoever had come in had probably got in to the rest of the house while I was checking windows...I grabbed the chair with both hands, and peeked over the top of The Captain's bed to make sure he was okay.

Then I realised, it wasn't an ordinary intruder. It was the zombie apocalypse!

Happy Hallowe'enie Beanie!

"Lunch" "aBLOGalypse"

3 Comments

Coyote , on Friday, 31st October:

Uhm...your zombie apocalypse leads to the post itself... So if there was something other than reading the post you want me to do it's gunna need some fixin'.

You bastard. :)

Coyote , on Friday, 31st October:

Oh wait there it is, nevermind. Bastard. (It's a compliment!)

rilla , on Friday, 31st October:

I'm spreading the blogging apocalypse to you because I tagged you. Tag.

The blogging apocalypse is not nearly so cool as the zombie apocalypse.

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