Good morning, all.
Or maybe like DR Elmore, I should be saying good riddance to the night.
The dreams were classics, wild and wooly. They started with me observing one house, then another, catching fire on an otherwise calm sunny morning in L.A. or perhaps Florida. Next, me starting a car but the bad guys jumping in before I could get away so I had to pretend it was okay that they ride with me. That merged with an old theme of Hollywood Boulevard morphing into Main Street in Columbus. Later, I'm oversleeping and will be late getting to auditions (this one concerned some other stuff I don't now recall).
Oy! I'm up and I'm staying that way.