Before I found time to write about "Midsummer Night's Dream" I'm about to attend the next play. My friend Joan recommended Shipwrecked, but Paul opted for Julius Caesar, so "...The Amazing Adventures of Louis de Rougemont (As Told By Himself)" have to wait. After preparing for Caesar by watching a BBC production of the play, reading Steven Saylor, revisiting "Rome", and researching the historical authenticity of all these fictional accounts, I found myself almost too immersed in Roman history to look forward to an Elizabethan interpretation of it. We picked a preview night, though, so I won't have to regret the expense of a Saturday night show. It's a good way to ensure I'll enjoy the performance even if it turns out to be mediocris.