I dreamed I had been working on a production of Little Mary Sunshine somewhere, and I was visiting my best friend from college at his parents' home in Springfield, Ohio. My friend's name was Charles Irvine, a wonderful actor with huge drug and alcohol issues that killed him in 2009. His family was Canadian, from Toronto, and his great-grandmother had been a lady in waiting to Queen Alexandra. Charles' father worked for Aeronca, as I recall, and his mother Ethel was a very funny, ditzy lady. I was quite fond of her. In my dream, she was nothing like she was in reality.
Charles married my friend Shari Caldwell, and they moved after graduation to London, where he enrolled in the Central School of Drama. After that, they settled in Toronto until they divorced. Shari stayed in Toronto with their son and became a success actor's agent. I don't know much about his life after that. In my dream we were still in our early 20s.