I remember a dream in which I ran into an actress (Annaleen Beechey, maybe?) in a state of frustration; she;d been waiting in a hotel for several days for a room. Then I dreamed that the Macbeths and I were forced to fly to Florida in a tiny plane to pick up a payment, U was convinced the plane, which held o more than six people, would not make it. My sister-in-law Lady M was her usual charmless self.