I slept so well I did not want to get out of bed this morning. I had several dreams, none of which I remember much. In one, I was in college working on a production of Candide. My best college friend, who died several years ago, was in the dream. I remember another dream where I was at the Clonial Theatre in Middletown, Ohio, purchasing a groyp of tickets for friends and I to see a hooror movie. When I left the theatre, I was at 44th Street and Eighth Ave. in Manhattan, chasinjg down a 104 bus.