Joan

In last night's dream, I was back working for Joan.  She wasn't exactly doing theatre -- it was more like packaging, some advertising, some film, some television, a total hodge-podge. But she looked great and was bustling around, making phone-calls, calling out commands to people across the office, always on the move. I followed her as she traveled, trying to keep up and scribbling notes, and thinking to myself, "I'm so glad I was wrong, and that you aren't dead after all."