I didn't report on my dream, at least the one I remember. It was one of the most outrageous Not Being Prepared For a Performance ones yet. I was playing this show, apparently it was just me on piano, and Act 2 of my score was missing. I got the director to print another copy, but as I looked through my binder, I found all of these scraps of paper and post-its with notes as to what still had to be rehearsed. Then I remembered I had barely even played some of these songs at all, and I wondered if I could look them over in the 30 minutes left before curtain. It became more hopeless with every passing moment, and it took a good minute or more upon awakening to realize that it had been a dream and I could let the relief flood over me.