I had a long peculiar dream: I needed periodontal work, and the periodontist was a middle-aged man whose assistyant was a very handsome young man. Somehow I got from the health clinic to this doctors office which was aslso his home, and I kept wondering if there were more to the relationship between docotr and assistant. I was put to sleep for the procedure, and I awoke with a row of stitches on my upper left gums. Thed assistant and his wife were having a loud fight that moved from office to parking lot. The periodontist said they were fighting over the divorce settlement.
Then the doctor and I rode a bus - we were on the Miami University campus - for several blocks. He was off to a meeting and I had a score to drop off somewhere. I did that and when I came outside, it was raining and I had to get back to the bus astop to catch the bus home, As I passed the new library (new in 1970), I ran into my late friend Richard Traubner, who brought me onto the Babes in Toyland project for Houston Grand Opera in 1989. I told him I'd seewn his wife at the clinic. And I woke.
