I slept badly, with lots of pain, but I had two strange dreams: in one, I was working on an edition of The King & I, but it may have actually been Guys & Dolls. Then I dreamed that I was in some kind of improv situation and our very own BK, believing it was a comedy night, came to a class/reading/whatever the hell it was, and the material was tense and dramatic. It was weird.