Last night, after a particularly enjoyable evening at dance practice, I had a dream. One that I remembered, even!

It was my birthday, and my dance friends decided to put on a show for me. A musical named Brent! I specifically noted the exclamation point in my dream.

It was quite the elaborate production (with dancing, natch), presented to an audience consisting solely of me, and all taking place in Johanna’s apartment. (I ate delicious cake there once, earlier this year, after another dance practice.) My dream self also noted that the venue (small apartment) and the size of the production (rather large) didn’t quite add up… but I was enjoying the show too much to let it get to me.