Very restless sleep last night, with strange dreams. The only one I remember now has to do with finishing a project and clearing out. My friend Jim Martin, conductor of several shows between 1973 and 1979, was in it. He was the conductor of a score I had written, and the performance was over. I remember bits of the dream: a scotch tape dispenser that was stuck and thrown against a wall to unstick, looking over the score with the conductor, and packing cartons. I think by the end opf the dream much of my mother's family was in it.