I had a doozy of a dream last night. I cannot remember the beginning, something about an old mink coat, but I was seeing a performance of Brigadoon with a young lady wearing this mink. We got to the sword dance at the end of Act One, and I was suddenly in medieval Scotland watching a sword dance. I was the heir to the throne and I was being trained to take over the throne. We were in this cave and we walked through a narrow corridor and up steps and I was back at the theatre with my date, and I saw someone I thought was an old friend at the bar. It was Roger Abel, whom I've known since 1969 when he was a high school junior and whom I have not seen since he moved from New York to Los Angeles around 1983. He's been a set decorator for years in film and TV.
In the dream he had moved back to NYC, still looked like he was around 30 while IU was my decrepit old self. He was on the crew, and they were preparing the set for another play. I found the young lady with the mink, then I was onstage and then I woke.