Good morning, all!
Last night's dream was particularly strange: I was emptying an office and moving books to a new space on another floor of the building; some elevators were working, some were not. Then I was sitting at a cardtable on someone's front lawn, where a young friend had been selling candy or something, when Robert Kimball came along and sat down. Then a child came up and bought some candy or lemonade and as soon as I handed the object to the child, its mother handed me an injunction/subpoena/whatever and told me that I was violating some ruling about vending. Then, I was taking some strangers - an older couple - to some restaurant in Dayton, OH, and I dropped them off. Then, we were all - the couple, Robert Kimball, and I - sitting in a movie theatre to watch a showing of the TV broadcast of DEAREST ENEMY. Mary Rodgers was sitting in the row behind me. Then this peculiar dream - I think somewhere in this megillah I won the court case about selling candy on my someone's lawn - during the showing of DEAREST ENEMY, it was announced that the US had declared its independence from England, and the couple had to leave the theatre and get back to England before their lands were confiscated for being guilty of treason.
I think there's a musical in this.
