I slept rather well. I had a long dream in which I owned a shop, but I cannot remember now what kibnd iof shop it was. I remember a second dream better. I was involved with a production of Cole Porter's Jubilee, and one of the stars had a trashy, hoodlum boyfriend, possessor of no talents beyond his looks, who insisted on being in the show while the director, myslef, and others were trying to keep him out.