I dreamed I was in Connecticut for some reason, so I went to East Haddam - maybe I was working there? - and stopped in the Goodspeed Opera House. They were in rehearsal for something, and I needed to get back to New York. I discovered that the general manager, who was not around, had thrown out all the music books and scores I had left there on my last job in 2004, so I couldn't take them with me. Then someone gave me a lift to the nearest town to catch a bus to New York, and it turned out the bus no longer stopped there, so they brought me back to Goodspeed to see if one of the production staff might be going into Manhattan that I might ride with them. Then I discovered that my books had not been tossed out and were sitting on a shelf. Someone brought be a box to hold them and I mentioned that I could not hold a carton of books and use a walker = first mention in the dream that I used one - so the person carried them to a station wagon and put them in the back. At some point in this mess Michael Prince, the Goodspeed producer when I worked there, showed up and I said hello. I've always like him immensely.
I shoulda just called our DR ChasSmith.