Friday night’s weird Richard Armitage dream

Previous Armitage dreams: first ; second ; third.

I’m in London with Judi. We walk around all day in the maze of streets around Piccadilly Circus, looking at the signs and the shop windows and inside the stores. We have tickets for a play in the evening in the West End, in which Richard Armitage is starring. Judi says she really wants a picture of herself with Richard Armitage, but I don’t want to try to meet him. I am vehemently opposed, in fact, to the point of getting frustrated that she won’t stop talking about it. I finally tell her I’ll go with her to the stage door and take a picture if she can get him to take one with her, but that’s it. She’d better not out me.

The dream doesn’t seem to include the play itself. Come to think of it, during the afternoon, we also don’t stop in for tea at Fortnum & Mason, which is one of my top ten recommended London experiences and something I’d definitely do if I were there in real life.

Cut in dream to stage door. We’re there, waiting, and I find myself surprised that not that many people are camped out, hoping to meet an actor. My feet hurt a lot after the whole day walking around Piccadilly. A bunch of cast members leave, and just when I’m tiring of waiting and wanting to get a late supper, Armitage exits. He has short brown hair, slightly damp, and he’s wearing jeans with a thick belt, boots, a light blue t-shirt, and a leather jacket. I only see him in the lamplight so I don’t get a clear view, but as soon as I see his face I duck my head. Judi, in contrast, jumps up and down and approaches him and tells him that we loved him in the play and asks him for a picture. I watch all this in a bit of a daze. He ducks his head a bit, then smiles and says, “okay,” and I get the picture for Judi with her cell phone. Then Judi says, “thanks so much, Richard, and would you sign my friend’s program? She’s a big fan.”

I’m horrified. I can feel my jaws dropping and my eyes widening, and I thrust the phone into Judi’s hand and make an abrupt about face and run away as fast as I can.

Dream now cuts to a hotel room, the one I’m sharing with Judi on our trip, where I am in the bathroom, showering in water so hot it hurts. Over the spray I hear a knock at the door, and I yell, “come in,” and poke my head out from behind the curtain. Judi comes in and says, “Richard really wants to meet you,” and Richard Armitage follows her into the bathroom.

Alarm clock goes off. End of dream.

This is the height of bizarre and it was extremely disturbing. It’s the unversion of the theatrical fantasy. Judi assures me she’d never do this, and I can’t imagine Richard Armitage would, either. I’m not sure why Judi was in this dream, maybe because of all the joking we were doing this week? Is it a dream about Judi and not about Armitage? Was it a response to this?

~ by Servetus on October 30, 2011.