God appears on stage. His face is long and he has issued several warnings with a deep voice. It doesn't seem to be joking. The warnings do, but not too many explanations of what we have to see, despite having threatened the one who will ask questions at the end. But the explanations have not been necessary in order to enjoy the Platea work of the company Tripak. We will have the feeling of being for as long as the work lasts. Sometimes dreaming, sometimes paying attention. It will also be a place for perverse dreams. We traveled to the subconscious hand of the girls who make up the Tripak company and tried to decode the secret messages with the help of dreams.

With God’s permission, the rest of the actors, protagonists of this dream, will come to the stage. The props will be minimal. A burial table, a cloth on the back of the stage and branches from the ground everywhere. On a side of the stage there will be a violinist who will help the three actors, and God, to their fate. This arrangement begins the feast, in which we will witness the power relations between the actors, always under the vigilant and judicial view of God.

The phrase is a transition between two worlds. This work will also be that, the intermediate road between life and death. In this limbo we face our dark thoughts, our fears, our fools and our obsessions, our sins. We will also have our desires, our silenced dreams and ambitions will collide with the fear that governs our intelligence, with that powerful and reactionary energy. God will act as a judge of conscience, against which actors, questioning their power, will question their beliefs. The three protagonists will vent the laughter. These issues will not only be addressed from a dramatic point of view, but will also accommodate humor and absurdity.

In order to increase the oneiric sensation, a beautiful rain has fallen in the street and the thick drops of water have hit the local on the Cult Parnaso. The sound of the rain and what was happening on stage have made a good mix, as if it were the soundtrack of the chosen interior. With that we have woken up and with that the play, the dream, is over. We will go out into the street with the feeling of having slept well or “not as well” and, as with any diarrhea, it will cost us to separate the dream from reality, at least until we wake up.