I am on a very large ferry, a European style river ferry. Crushing the waves northward on a very powerful all powerfully fully full river. I seem to be among the few on deck, meaning, I am feeling fairly well on my own, in my own way, my own will. And that handrail is not so convincing. This is happening in the British Isles. Somewhere. Suddenly appears a major tributary from the right—and the full force flows more forcefully.

I’m traveling to a performance. Arriving at the theater. I have conference call and realize that I am in charge—producing, directing, and performing. In a very weird moment I feel that I have been blindsided by a nemesis. I spectacularly berate her, cursing her efforts to circumvent me.

The show goes on. The audience gathers. A large house. But the curtain is very, very late. It’s 9:00 pm. But it seems no one has left and even the empty seats have filled fully filled. I am surprised anyone has stayed. I do not know my lines. I don’t even know what play we are doing. I forgot my script.

This is the nightmare scenario again.