I had one ghastly dream about a musical performance about to go all wrong. I was supposed to be accompanying some old guy (ha! who??) in some songs that we'd only read through, once, some weeks ago, and the venue seemed to be located where the Ahmanson is in downtown L.A. I was already late for the concert and still had to shower, get into my tux, and get there. And I still had to see that the tables were set up for the little reception at our house (across the country??) afterward. This one dragged me through Hell and back before letting me go. Believe me, I couldn't wake up soon enough.