Recently I had a strange dream about The Legend of Zelda, and just as I tried to fall back asleep after waking up near its end, I find myself remembering each detail vividly. I’m unable to just fall back asleep, so instead, here I am, writing about this oddness that came to me in a dream.

In this dream, I was back in high school again, and I had just auditioned for the school play. The play, as you can probably guess, was based on The Legend of Zelda. I got up on the stage and gave my best Link impressions that impressed everyone, just like I knew I would. In my head, I was thinking, “I know Zelda better than anyone here! I’m sure to get the part!”, which was repeated back to me by the principal after my audition. I got the lead role as Link, and now it was time to prepare for the play, that was, of course, happening that night.

Instead of practicing lines or songs — oh yes, this was a musical — I went to the dressing room and put on my costume. But instead of it being the famous green tunic we all know and love, it was a green t-shirt, a white undershirt, jeans, and brown loafers. Somewhere in my subconscious, I was recalling my first attempts to dress up like Link when I was 11 and how embarrassing it might be to call that a costume with my since-updated knowledge of how to properly sew and create Link’s garments. To my credit, my dream self did use my wig and elf ears like I do in real life, but that wasn’t going to save this trainwreck that was about to be.

Since we’re running on dream time here, it wasn’t long now and the play would soon be starting. I waited in the music classroom with the rest of the cast, which included my Dungeons & Dragons friends, my best friend and her boyfriend, and a few buddies from church. Each of them was cast as a Zelda character, two I can clearly remember as Ilia and Ravio. Their costumes, like mine, were awful, but I thought to myself, “Who cares? It’s just a high school play. It looks good enough for that.”

It was an “hour” before the play started and it was then that I looked down and saw I was wearing my converse sneakers instead of the brown loafers I had picked out for the event. I freaked out, repeating, “I lost my boots! I lost my boots!” I searched frantically all over for them, which took up a long portion of the dream that I’ll skip over for the sake of the story. I know why I had this part of my dream, and it will never stop haunting me: In one of my earliest experiences with princess performing, I had forgotten my shoes. I was so upset because while wearing the pale blue gown of a certain village beauty, I was stuck wearing the purple flats of another certain long-haired princess. This happened about a year ago from now and it still squirms into my dreams.

My best friend and I searched for my “boots”, and eventually found them. I slipped them on and returned to the classroom, not 15 minutes before the play was about to begin. Upon my return, everyone was mad at me for not texting them where I was, but they were quickly calmed after but a few minutes. Then it hit me: I didn’t know any of my lines! I was Link, I didn’t think I had any lines, but apparently, I did! All this time I thought I would just have to react to things, but no, I had speaking parts and a song!

With only those 15 minutes to spare, I picked up the book that the play was based on. Yes, in my dream, Zelda was not a video game, but a children’s book — the kind with a simple narrative and big pictures (admittedly the illustrations were beautiful, though I was probably thinking of all the beautiful fan art that we regularly cover here on Zelda Universe).

We were finally called to the stage, and with me, I brought the book and my phone so I could look up my lines on stage if I forgot. I remember telling my friend “I’m Link! He shouldn’t have that many lines! Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? If no one likes it, they leave and that’s the end of that!” I would later come to learn how eerie this foreshadowing was for this dream.

Ilia’s scene was up first and I had some time to read the first few pages of the book, going over that scene. I then realized I was supposed to be up there with her, though at this point I didn’t have any lines, and just had to act as Link responding to her lines. I walked up on stage and was applauded greatly, like a guest star on a sitcom. This was my time to shine!

Nailed it! First part of the play done! It was time for Ilia to sing, and I exited the stage. I remember “Ilia’s Theme” blasting through the speakers — it was actually an old version of it that in real life I had reorchestrated back when we still had a recording studio in the basement. I knew they picked my version because, again, I knew more about Zelda than anyone here! But I couldn’t linger on that much longer, I had to figure out what part was next. Ironic, huh?

Though this may not be a life-changing dream, I think it was telling me something subconsciously.

The next scene was Link and Ilia’s childhood, so I thought how I could make myself look more like a little kid for this scene. There were lollipop racks all over the stadium as these were the snacks provided for the audience, and I got an idea. I took one of the big, multi-color swirled ones and thought surely they’d think I was a child now!

It was time to return to the stage again. I did so, bringing my oversized lollipop as a prop, thinking it was sure to bust some guts in the audience. However, there was no reaction. Okay, that’s fine. We continued on when Ravio showed up on stage, and to give my dream credit he looked like the actual character this time around. Apparently, a part of this scene was that Link and Ravio got into a big fight over a lollipop, which I didn’t get a chance to read yet, so I just improvised with the one I brought. I hammed up the performance, trying to make it funny and whimsical, but no one was buying it. That’s when it happened.

One woman cried out “Now this is just too much!” and got up from her seat. Then everyone else in the theater got up and left. My heart dropped. I did say it before, but I didn’t think it would actually happen. What did I do wrong? I grabbed the microphone, asking why everyone was leaving. What did I do that was so bad it made them not want to watch the play anymore? I wasn’t looking to continue the play, I just wanted some honest feedback.

I walked through the audience searching for answers, but hardly anyone would even give me a passing glance. The auditorium was emptying out quickly. I reached the end of the gym where people were still exiting and I finally met an elderly woman who would answer my question.

We sat down together and she explained why she was so upset by our play. She said that she loved the book and the music as a child, and the fact that we represented it so poorly made her upset. She just wanted to see the genuine characters brought to life and the spirit of The Legend of Zelda shine through! This is when I knew I’d blown it. I apologized over and over, and she did forgive me, but I couldn’t forgive myself.

Zelda is my love. All I wanted to do was share it with other people, but I screwed up! Now no one will ever know how great it is!” I cried, and that was it. The end of this dream, and the start of another, which I shortly woke up after since it so abruptly ended this first dream that I was so upset by. My friend and I were being brought to a childhood theme park, but this was no time to celebrate! So I woke up.

It’s funny. I was just reading the story of Joseph the night before, and I wondered if dreams could still play any significance to us. Though this may not be a life-changing dream, I think it was telling me something subconsciously. While my answers aren’t very clear, it gives me something to think about.

I do know one thing for sure because of this dream: The Legend of Zelda should never be made into a musical.