Last night I dreamed about my friend Peter Foley, who died last Friday. In the dream, I was working at The Drama Book Shop, and I had taken a week off to be part of a workshop of a show for which Peter had composed the score. My Drama Book Shop friend Kathy Briggs, who now lives in New Zealand, was working on the show as well. My late DBS employer, Arthur Seelen, was also in the dream. At any rate, my last vision of Peter in the dream was at the end of the workshop as I returned to the Book Shop at 48th Street and Seventh Avenue. He was riding a bike as I walked, and I watched him ride away, down Seventh Avenue.