Last night I dreamt I was Cyrano DeBergerac.
In my dream, I was walking through Central Park when I came across a traveling band of actors. They asked their audience, “We need someone to play Cyrano DeBergerac! Anyone willing to take up the challenge?” I stepped forward and said, “I’ll do it! I’ll play Cyrano!” One of the actors laughed. “Your nose is too beautiful.” I replied, “All I need is some papier-mâché, glue, and tan paint!” In a few minutes, I had my own Cyrano nose. The director asked me, “Can you duel?” I said I practiced ken-jutsu. They handed a stage sword to me and we went through some forms… slowly. The actors said I was quite good at blocking, parrying, striking and thrusting. I was also expected to sing. For the life of me, I could actually sing in the dream! The play started, and I was allowed to read directly from the text while I handled the sword with my left hand. I performed the “ Then, as I end the refra...