Dream Plays (Scenes from a Play I’ll Never Write) gets off to a heavenly start under the direction of Orla O’Loughlin with a fantasy that has deep theological roots.
It starts humorously in a proprietary, low budget Edinburgh hotel (if there is such a thing during the Festival) after a one night stand.
Gabriel Quigley is Glaswegian Mary, pushing 40 and can’t stop talking about the sex, while Jordan McCurrach’s younger Michael from Indiana is in raptures about the proprietary, low budget fried chicken that he is enjoying for breakfast.
The story develops when Mary explains that she had lied about contraception and is desperate to become a mother. Michael comfortably trumps this, leaving viewers to decide whether he is an escaped madman or an angel.
Somehow, it doesn’t matter which is the truth, David Ireland has written a storming short play that could easily have a life beyond what is presumably supposed to be a dead end.