I had one very strange night of sleep, but I had a ton of dreams. I remember these:
1. I was working in an office building with two elevators; one was running and the other was down. Two men were trapped inside its works.
2. My dad, who could be an embarrassment to me when I was a callow young fellow, was dricing me to Cincinnati to see a performance of Once Upon a Mattress.
At 4:30, when Annabelle crawled under the blankets to get warm, I remembered two more. I no longer remember them.
