Up at five in the morning. Ugh, I hate five in the morning. But, it's time to drive to Salem for Ashes' orientation.
Last night I dreamt I was still directing Drowsy Chaperone, except I was directing a brush-up rehearsal in a darkened room at an old Victorian mansion, with a bunch of tables and chairs everywhere. My actors were forced to rehearse "Fancy Dress" in a cramped corner, and weren't happy about it. The actors weren't all the same as the ones in the show, either.
I think it's a sign that I liked the show when I have dreams about it after it's over. That doesn't always happen!