I guess rehearsals are starting to affect my dreams. Last night I was dreaming about being in the haunted house and while I'm not so clear on the specifics there was a whole Abbot and Costello thing going on and I remember telling President Lincoln that it was an honor to serve him moments before he was shot. Though maybe it was all part of the show.
But that all came later. My first dream took place in Japan. I was part of a group that was pulling some kind of heist. All I can really remember was there were three of us, two guys and a girl and we had to jump onto a train... Or something. No, that's right... But that's all I really remember. I know there was more and that in the dream there was a lot of detail. Well I do recall that the platform was attached to a skyscraper high above the ground. I recall that the girl was in charge of the group. And I recall a certain feeling of desperation. But that's about it.
Oh well, maybe I'll remember more tomorrow.
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