Okay, I had another kooky dream. This one was a DREAM WITHIN A DREAM, if you can imagine. It was like one of those where you keep waking up, and keep waking up, but you're never really awake. Truly bizarre.

Anyway, in this one, the dream within a dream was that I was auditioning for yet another production of Brigadoon. Why, I can't say. You'd think I'd've had enough of it, but my subconscious is a wily bastard. Anyway, the audition dream ended as I "woke up," and said to my wife, "Hey, I need to find out when the Brigadoon auditions are so I can go do that!" (I should mention at this point that I "woke up" in Sarah's car, in a Goodwill parking lot.) Then I realize, Oops, it's Thursday! And auditions were on Wednesday! Oh well, I'll call the director and see if arrangements can be made.

At which point Sarah and I ran into the music director, whose name escapes me, and asked her about it. She revealed that it was in fact FRIDAY, not Thursday, auditions were 2 days ago, the cast was already set, and rehearsals were starting that very evening. Damn.

So I decided it might be fun to call the director, who I spontaneously realized was a guy I had known from college who at one point was kicked out of school for something involving him punching a police officer. (I hesitate to repeat his name, in case there's, you know, an active investigation into the matter.) I didn't have his number, but Sarah called him on her cell phone, listened for a moment, and then hung up. I asked,

"Did you reach him? What happened?"

"I'm not sure. Someone answered the phone on the other end . . . it sounded like they were being beat up," she replied.

Then a short black guy who was remarkably similar to "Ezal" from "Friday" (played by the inimitable Anthony Johnson) appeared and asked us where we got the large number of church-style folding tables we were standing near.

"Um . . . well, they aren't ours."

"Do you know," asked Ezal, "if anybody's comin' to get 'em?"

"No idea, dude. I'd say they're all yours."

Then I awoke.

Analysis, please. I think it indicates that I'm very, very sick.