I had a couple of strange dreams, one involving goddaughter Charlotte and me in the theatre district. She wasn't more than ten years old, we had been in a furniture store, and she vanished, When I found her she was in a garage with other children and several cats and kittens.
Another dream was backstage in a theatre, It was either on Broadway or at Goodspeed, actors were complaining about the audience, and the head cashier at Barne & Noble whom I loathed when I was working there was on the theatre staff.