I've been having all sorts of colourful fantastical dreams recently. In hindsight, these are clearly manifestations of my panic about learning my lines.

However, progress perhaps has been made in this respect. Last night, a new variation of the panic. I have (in real life - well, in the play) a number of very quick costume changes. Last night, I dreamt I was an octopus (??) and had to change in no time into a wedding dress. Imagine how difficult that would be. All those flailing limbs.

I'm choosing to see this as progress.