Very restless sleep last night, with strange dreams.  The only one I remember now has to do with finishing a project and clearing out.  My friend Jim Martin, conductor of several shows between 1973 and 1979, was in it.  He was the conductor of a score I had written, and the performance was over.  I remember bits of the dream: a scotch tape dispenser that was stuck and thrown against a wall to unstick, looking over the score with the conductor, and packing cartons.  I think by the end opf the dream much of my mother's family was in it.