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It is difficult to pull details from memory about last night's dream.
It took place in a multi-story building, but not a skyscraper, set up kind of like an apartment, with older-style decor. Maybe a bit like a school or a museum in such a building. Numerous people were there, and I think they were all of the theater professions. I don't remember why we were all there, except it may have been some sort of convention or conference. After a time, everyone was told that we were on lunch or refreshment break, and groups started heading downstairs to the main floor to get something to eat. I looked for a troupe with which I had performed, and met up with a group of slightly familiar faces - it had been years since I acted with them, and they had a lot of new people, but they were familiar enough with me that I joined their place in the line to get to the food. The Rude Mechanicals were conspicuously absent from this conference. In any case, the line moves to the point where I am at the food table. I take my plate and attempt to take some sliced cream-cheese sandwich sort of thing - it contained some sort of jellied/congealed component that looked different at each angle - sometimes like vegetables or fruit, and sometimes like salmon. I help myself to a few other things, and the dream ends.
It took place in a multi-story building, but not a skyscraper, set up kind of like an apartment, with older-style decor. Maybe a bit like a school or a museum in such a building. Numerous people were there, and I think they were all of the theater professions. I don't remember why we were all there, except it may have been some sort of convention or conference. After a time, everyone was told that we were on lunch or refreshment break, and groups started heading downstairs to the main floor to get something to eat. I looked for a troupe with which I had performed, and met up with a group of slightly familiar faces - it had been years since I acted with them, and they had a lot of new people, but they were familiar enough with me that I joined their place in the line to get to the food. The Rude Mechanicals were conspicuously absent from this conference. In any case, the line moves to the point where I am at the food table. I take my plate and attempt to take some sliced cream-cheese sandwich sort of thing - it contained some sort of jellied/congealed component that looked different at each angle - sometimes like vegetables or fruit, and sometimes like salmon. I help myself to a few other things, and the dream ends.
