I had a long dream about the late John McGlinn last night, in which he was looking for a project to take to the BBC, and I had suggested the flop musical The Young Visiters. Like "The Man Who Came To Dinner," I could not get him to leave. This was tied in with a summer theatre/broadcasting/whatever situation where I had mentioned several actors I was working with in an interview, and the actors I had forgotten to mention were pissed off. My last image from the dream is a crowd of people and John MvGlinn, wearing the dark T-shirt and khaki shorts he wore all summer of 2001 in London, mingling with the crowd.
I have no idea what prompted this dream, buit it sure stuck in my memory. These days, I've forgotten them as soon as I wake up.