Because fares were freakishly low a few months ago, I impulsively decided to fly myself to LA this weekend. The occasion: Romeo Castellucci’s “Purgatorio,” which is at UCLA’s Freud Playhouse. The run is a mere four days, but it’s four days more than anywhere else in the US, including NYC, where Castellucci still hasn’t made an appearance (he’s been at Montclair U’s Kasser Theater twice).

If you’re familiar with the Italian director’s work, the irony of it being staged at a place named Freud is just too good. Castellucci and his company, Socìetas Raffaello Sanzio, create not so much plays as dreamscapes — though nightmares may be more accurate. “Purgatorio” is only one part of Castellucci’s adaptation of the Divine Comedy; I assume bringing the whole megillah over was prohibitively expensive. More on the piece after I see it.

Back in New York, the first weeks of November are packed with appetite-whetting shows, including Richard Foreman’s “Idiot Savant” at the Public, Theresa Rebeck’s “The Understudy” (starring Julie White) at the Roundabout, Taylor Mac’s four-and-a-half-hours-long “The Lily’s Revenge” at HERE, Enda Walsh’s “The New Electric Ballroom” at St. Ann’s Warehouse and “Ragtime” on Broadway. Get your tickets already!