Good morning, all! Back to the weird dreams, JRand56! In one, I had a niece named Issy, who doesn't exist in reality, and in another, I was in an environment like the Wiliamstown Theatre Festival or Jacob's Pillow Dance Festival (two places I've worked) and a grop of us drove by car to visit the Rothermels, who were neighbors in Ohio from around 1958-1966. My brother Macbeth was there, but not speaking to us, and recurring in this dream was my niece Issy, who was playing with a huge dollhouse.
Then, I had a dream that I was in auditions for several (
) new shows. Suddenly, the cast, writers, and I are on Highview Road in front of my grade school having a play reading, and I'm amazed by the number of people in the cast like Jim Hindman. When the cast went back to 42nd Street, I had to go back to find my hat, so I went back to Highview Road for it. I then decided to take a taxi to rejoin the cast, and I was standing on Ardmore Drive in Ohio trying to flag a yellow cab when I woke up. Oy!
Today, I write more guidelines. I hate these type of writing, and it's going quite slowly.
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