I'm standing in the foyer of a large, ornate theatre lobby, smoking a cigarette. Everyone (including myself) is dressed to the nines, in tuxedos, ball gowns and the like. I ask someone what the occasion is, and they tell me that everyone takes a part in the performance wey're about to see. Even audience members. But you don't get to pick the roles: you're given them by someone on stage. Another woman asks me later what I'm going to be tonight on Aldebaran, and I tell her that I don't know. A couple of ushers ask me for my ticket (which I don't have) and I tell them I don't want to go in yet. Then they chase me down a long hallway lit only with dim candles. Suddenly I'm yanked into a room off the hallway behind a red curtain. I can't see who's in there, but I stop fighting them when I see horns on their head. The figure offers me two ancient, rusted, six shooters and I take them. I duck out of the curtained room and see everyone going into the theatre. I wait and then sneak up to the balcony where I have a better view. The lights go down and a figure comes on stage. Everyone claps and he starts pointing out people. That's when I jump and start blasting away with the pistols. The whole room goes into an uproar. I dive down to the stage, roll off of it (unhurt), and escape outside. I throw the guns into a garbage can and walk quickly away from the kitchen entrance. I light a cigarette, and feel a hand on my arm. It's furry and belongs to the figure in the curtained room who gave me the guns. He's still in the shadows so I can't see him too well. I tell him that I didn't do what they wanted me to do during the performance. I didn't play the role they wanted me to. He responds "Yes, you did." Then the dream is over.
Good morning, RSIII.
All the world's a stage...
Al.deb.a.ran \al-'deb-*-r*n\ n [Ar al-dabara-n, lit., the follower] : a red star of the first magnitude that is seen in the eye of Taurus and is the brightest star in the Hyades.
I see multiple meanings for this name. First, the literal meaning, "the Follower." You don't want to be a follower. Second, it is in the Hyades -- Hades? The relationship seems to be verified by the being with horns. You see yourself as a rebel; you do things deliberately to rebel. But you may feel that this isn't really you, either, and that, by rebelling, your actions are controlled just as if you had "played along."
It may be time to do some serious questioning of what it is that you really want to do, and do it for those reasons -- not to rebel, and not to go along with the crowd.