Plays

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Al D'Andrea with some cast members







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10 min Plays



Three Dreamers
A 10-min theatrical performance piece for three actors

By Ann Tracy
916-804-6095


© Ann Tracy   2008





Ideally there will be music under the show and the actors will do movement based on Viewpoints training, or not, at the directors’ whim.


The characters of Lover, Judge and Fool can be played by anyone regardless of gender, race or age.






Prologue – The Dreamer dreams the Dream.

As lights begin to dim from pre-show to black, offstage voices are heard:
ALL Offstage
Ah to sleep, perchance to dream
Ah to sleep, perchance to dream
Ah to sleep, perchance to dream
Each character runs onto the stage and strikes a pose, facing away from the audience.  Then slowly turns around to deliver their dialogue.  Then they run off.
LOVER
I’m on a bus trying to get to my car.  I don’t think the driver understands where I want to go and I’m afraid of getting lost.  I’m going to meet my new lover.
FOOL
I wrote an erotic story that was going to be made into a film.  But when my lover got the script, someone had changed it into a horror story.  I was a fool to let someone else do that re-write.
JUDGE
I was tied to a stake and there was firewood around me.  A group of people I didn’t know told me that unless I recanted, I would be burned.  I opened my mouth to speak and nothing came out.  Why was I in that situation?  I’m the Judge, I’m the one who should have handed down the punishment!

ALL
I had a feeling of being trapped somehow.  I could taste it, see it as a color and smell it.  It seemed like a warning.

Scene 1 – How did we find ourselves here?
LOVER
Everything was moving too slowly, there was the bitter taste of copper in my mouth.
JUDGE
The blue bile began to rise, slowly at first but then with alarming speed.
FOOL
How did I get to be up to my knees in the blackness?
The Characters begin to sense that there are others here.  They don’t know how this occurred, so this makes them nervous and tense.
LOVER
How did I get here?  My heart knows not how to appease my head.
FOOL
Are you sure we are awake?  It seems to me that yet we sleep, we dream.
JUDGE
What charm of Hecate has tainted this dream!  Or is it me?

JUDGE
(to audience)
Are you listening?
FOOL
(to audience)
Was I listening?  Did I hear? 
LOVER
(to audience)
Did I ignore it or just plain forget it? 

FOOL
(to LOVER, in efforts to cheer her up)
Was I listening? 
Did I hear? 
Maybe I’m hungry. 
Is there a banana in my ear?
LOVER
It’s this slightly suffocating feeling I have.  Not quite enough discomfort to
(She and rest of cast twirls around)
flail wildly against anything.
FOOL
What did you dream about last night? Was water involved? Were there other people involved?  Could you understand what they said?  Did you feel trapped?
JUDGE
(JUDGE begins to get upset, because he’s starting to feel trapped.)
Questions, questions, questions.  I’m sick to death of all these questions.  What about the facts! It’s either black or it’s white.  It’s either an apple or an orange.  Not to mention answers!  I’ll give you answers:  Yes, no, six months in the slammer.

FOOL
Did you dream about sex?  Were you panting, breathing hard, grappling with your pillow as you woke up? Or was someone holding you down and you were enjoying it?
LOVER
My heart used to be an airport … diesel-fueled lusts and emotions racing down runways.  Then, throttle up, off into the clouds.  The bright, burning stratosphere of desire.  How I soared, until that slow spiraling descent…
FOOL
I think I can see something up there.  It’s hovering on the edge of a dream.
JUDGE
Whose dream? We need strong steel, glistening in the arctic sun.  A shield to keep safe what we hold most dear.  The nightingale is safe – to sing her song.  Why would she want to leave?  We all crave safety.   What’s wrong with protecting ourselves?  Take off your shoes!  Don’t you feel safer now?
FOOL
Protection or a gilded prison?  Hidden in long rows of boxes with gates.  Keeping some out and some in.
The slow, cold paralysis of fear. Fear of the other, the unknown.  What if I don’t WANT to be protected?  What if I WANT to be foolish?

JUDGE
It’s only natural to fear the unknown, that’s why we have adrenaline!  That’s how we survived as a species…
LOVER
They always forget about the sex part, in that “how we survived” rant.  If there wasn’t any love-making, there would have been nothing to protect really.  Sometimes making love is the only way to get to know a person, in that particular way, that is.  Well I’m only digging myself in deeper aren’t I?  I laid the trap for myself.





Scene 2 - No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear
FOOL
(Very slowly and deliberately)
I really don’t feel that smart today.  How did I get caught up in that clever trick.
LOVER
(Laughs hysterically for 5 beats)
Beauty and youth are expected of us, always …  How did I come to the edge of this snare?
FOOL laughs hysterically for 5 beats.
 JUDGE
(In a stage whisper)
Well I’m not!  I’ve always been an authority on the issue.  Of course you’re …. Hmmm …  Let me think about this ploy.
LOVER
Then why am I in such pain?  It’s been going on forever it seems.  Everything seems to be disintegrating…
FOOL
I’m soooo tired. 
(clicking heels together like Dorothy)
There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home. 
(realizes it’s hopeless and tries to make a joke out of it)
There’s no going home to the place it once was…. Or how about there’s no location like a locale … or maybe… there’s no place like 127.0.0.1 … no too geeky… I can’t think.

LOVER
I don’t have to live by those doctrines! Rules made by tiny little minds that can’t see all the paths.
JUDGE
How could you do that to me?  There can be no absolution!  None!!
FOOL
Why did I even smile at her?  I was more lonely than sincere.
JUDGE
The words rang so true!  He sang so sweetly from the party hymnal … those weasel words!
LOVER
You who shackled the small bird so tightly, that its delicate bones simply crumpled in defeat.  You know who you are, so filled with fears of its flight.
FOOL
Is fear a disease?  What would be the cure?  Close your eyes and remember the last time you were afraid.  Your heart was
(EVERYONE whispering IN UNISON)
Beating, pounding, slamming
LOVER
Against your chest wall.  Your breathing became unhinged, adrenaline coursing through your body. 
FOOL
Why are we afraid?  For fear that what we have will be taken away?
LOVER
But it was the gift of a treasured friend! It’s hard to say I don’t need this.  But didn’t he say the poor would always be with you?  But why are there so many of them?  With their hungry eyes and crazed feet, they stalk the streets in desperation. I don’t understand.
FOOL
Don’t worry, it’s OK not to know what it all means.  But what about the others?  Must we always think of the others?  They are always out there.  Saying:
Judge
This is right and this is wrong.  This is black and this is white.  This is that and that is not this.  Remember there are certain expectations that are expected of you.
LOVER
Unless we remember our dreams.  ‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirits knife invulnerable nothings.
FOOL
Freud said dreams are the imaginary gratification of unconscious wishes. 
LOVER
You eat, in dreams, the custard of the day. That’s the only thing I can remember by Alexander Pope.
JUDGE
He didn’t understand the wiring schematic. 
(All the others look at him, they don’t know whom he’s referring to.)
Freud.  Our brains are really mazes of wires.  There are electrical charges going on.
FOOL
So when we have a headache, why don’t we call an electrician?  Hi, I think the wires have crossed in my brain.  Can you come out to fix that? 
LOVER
But who do we call when the cancer of fear begins to spread its wings like a like a vulture watching a baby bird fall from the nest?
JuDGE
We need to call our brains into play to call our shrink, to …

FOOL
Notice.

To observe our own fear, we must accept the fact that we are afraid.  To luxuriate in it, but not thinking about it because then you enter the brain zone.
Judge
But that’s what’s missing!  Not enough people using their brains.  If they thought about how silly their fear actually is….

Lover
They’d just become more afraid.  When it seems as if the doors are all closed and there’s no way out….
FOOL
Wait, oh no!  The door is closing behind me.  Forever gone is that instant where I could escape.  Like the punch line of a bad joke that jumps out of your mouth like a frog.
LOVER
But what made you walk through that doorway?  There must have been something entrancing about it.  No, don’t speak!  I too have made a goddess from a mirror image, not willing to give that maze of wires in my head its own pedestal.
FOOL
It’s always about us.  No matter what the subject is, we always try to get it back around to ourselves.  Little people with big egos. 
LOVER
Or are we trying to connect with each other?  Do we need that connection? 
JUDGE
After all we’re alone when we’re born and we die alone as well.  It’s just all that time in between that gets dreary.
LOVER
Am I afraid of getting lost?
FOOL
Am I afraid they’ll change my story?
ALL
Were we trapped somehow?  Could we taste it, see it as a color, smell it?  Was it a warning?
JUDGE
Questions, questions, questions.  Now, at last some answers.  Maybe.
LOVER
Only with intimate friends. 
FOOL
Never with a stranger and never on a Sunday. 
They all go back to their positions in the beginning of the prologue. But after his or her final speeches, each actor leaves the stage.

LOVER
Everything was moving too slowly, there was the bitter taste of copper in my mouth. Then I became uncomfortable enough to see I had choices.
Exits stage area

JUDGE
The blue bile began to rise, slowly at first but then with alarming speed. So I swallowed and faced my response to the trap.  I thought about its consequences to others.  I let myself feel how harmful it could be.
Exits stage area

FOOL
How did I get to be up to my knees in the blackness?  Perhaps I wasn’t being honest enough, only looking for a smarter punch line.
Exits stage area
The final lines are heard from offstage as the lights slowly dim.
ALL
Ever think of yourself as an ocean wave …  Forever pounding upon some far off shore. 


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