I slept longer than intended, but I must have needed it. I had a weird dream that I was working on a production by an avant-garde director I considered a true nitwit and no-talent. He encouraged the cast after the curtain call to go back onstage and relate to the audience, and we stage musicians were forced to sit onstage while this went on. When it was finally officially over, I couldn't find my shoes, and then the musicians and this director went to dinner and we had to listen to him praise his work.