{"id":11087,"date":"2018-06-03T22:55:40","date_gmt":"2018-06-04T05:55:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/Becomeimmersed.com\/?p=11087"},"modified":"2019-11-25T11:39:02","modified_gmt":"2019-11-25T19:39:02","slug":"after-hours-one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/becomeimmersed.com\/after-hours-one-flew-over-cuckoos-nest\/","title":{"rendered":"Immersion Meets Innovation at After Hours Theatre Company’s “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”"},"content":{"rendered":"
It\u2019s 1963, and I\u2019m being led through a set of sliding doors at the Oregon State Hospital to my new home.\u00a0I\u2019m neatly dressed in a dusty blue uniform along with my fellow patients, a nervous grouping of outsiders, unsure of what lies ahead.<\/span><\/p>\n I\u2019m not crazy. No more than any other person off the street, I mean. I\u2019m just having a rough time and need some rest, that\u2019s all. I\u2019m here because I want to be. The doors slide shut behind me and I\u2019m in a wide, brightly lit room, peppered with tables and board games and a tall man with a long broom and longer stare.\u00a0I\u2019m not crazy, but the men at the tables whisper to me that The Big Nurse needs to be taken down; Nurse Ratched needs to be put in her place and it all starts tonight, now that we\u2019re all here. I\u2019m not crazy, but I swear I see a man serving drinks out of a saline drip. I see secret messages hidden in books and on walls and in rooms that shouldn\u2019t exist. But of course I\u2019m not crazy; I\u2019m just part of the show.<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n