Last night, in a return to form, I had two (2) whopping classic dreams.
The one I briefly woke from at 4:00 AM was of the former workplace variety, with workmates and bosses and travel and my tardiness in showing up for something and I don't know what the hell else.
The other, at 7:00 am, was a musical classic, concerning a concert of some kind that was about to commence, of which I had barely any idea what I was doing in it, which also seemed to include a new production of Smorgasbord!. It then morphed into my having to round up a band for future shows. That last part clearly is about our production of Carrie in the fall, which I must recruit for.