I remember bits of one dream: I was back at Goodspeed after an absence of some time. I needed to use the phone, but I couldn't remember the code to get an outside line. At one point, a rather attractive man dressed in medical attire came through the lobby while I was trying to get the receptionist to help me with my call. The man - maybe early 40's, maybe vaguely familiar - spoke my name and started talking to me. I didn't know who the hell he was, but I was sure we had met before, so I kept looking at the badge on his shit for a name. Everything he said - mostly thanking me for telling him he was an okay, maybe too gay, chorus boy but he'd have a better life if he followed his parents' advice and went to medical school - sorta got my memory working, but I just couldn't place his face. I walked to his vehicle with him, and we might have set a date for dinner. Then three roping cats woke me.