I had an intense, awesome dream.  I was first listening to these scores that were playing out visually in my head.  About a kid escaping all these fantastic situations-assassins, airplanes - with a harry potter sort of feel of innocence.  sort of like you knew he'd never perish, though you delighted in having some fear.  The composer and librettist was hard to figure out.  I surmised it was Sibelius, then realizing I was incorrect guessed Nancy Hall.  That's Nick's mom.  Later I was in a minivan (like the one we took to Joshua Tree, me and five young techies who work at google, twitter, space x, and such, who liked to dream about being a bum) and I was reading another score, just reading it, and it was happening in my brain just as intensely.
Now it's friday and I'm sleep deprived.  Not a surprise.  Here goes another weekend of not quite catching up on sleep, playing out into the next.  Never quite catching up until summer vacation.  I hate fridays.