The Play's the Thing

I dreamed that I was sitting talking to sexy college professor, and we were doing a show together. It was a musical, and I wish I could remember which one, because I'm sure it would be funny. Anyway, he was in the show, and I was working backstage as usual. It came time for call, which was thirty minutes before the performance, and then professor becomes a housekeeper, panicking because he was supposed to make the dinner for the cast, and now there is no time, there is only time for him to get to the theatre. I convince him that we can pick something up, it will be ok. We get to the theatre and everyone is warming up.

I was looking at buying a car. It was like my first car. I was either buying it or selling it, I'm not sure. I remember being drawn to it, remembering how good my first car ran, and how it had a lot of miles on it. I drove the car, it ran great. (It might have belonged to my sister)

Someone was trying to tell me that mowing lawns at a university was a great gig for me. All I had to do was show up, mow one area a day, five days a week, and they would pay me $50 a night. There was a Mexican guy there telling me all about it too.

That's all I remember today, but it was pretty good, considering I keep waking up at night. Maybe I can nap on my keyboard today.