… or would it be operatic dreams? Hard to say.

“Recover, recover, recover. Sometimes you’ve got to recover.”

Great lyrics, eh? 😉

But really, why am I dreaming this singin’ stuff? It was a male chorus that was singing. I was in the group, though. We were marching (the song sounded somewhat like a civil war song) to my house to rescue someone who needed help. At first it was just one person and me, but as we walked (crossing Bascom toward City College, in case any of you are wondering where I was — we had a bit of distance to cover) others could be seen marching too.

Then I woke up.

So who was I rescuing? What was I fighting? And recover from what?!

Heck if I know.

I do know I have a headache. I do know I leave for UCSC pretty soon. I do know I have most of my review papers ready to go. I don’t know if today I’ll be videotaped for my UCSC review. I know the cameraman was notified, but I never heard if he’d be able to do it today or not.

Quick! Where’s my makeup artist? Just in case ….