(And then I was chased by bad guys, action movie style, after I'd run into college pal Courtney and her husband, who were in town and are apparently good to have around in an extended chase sequence.)
I dreamed last night that I was in England, took a tour of a giant (outdoor? I think it was outdoor) opera company that somehow allowed me to sit in on a rehearsal with the other techies, and--when they saw that I was instinctively taking down blocking--offered me a job. [Recap: a job, in theater, in *England*] Wow, hugging, joy.....and then I decided that I couldn't actually take the position because I have commitments with my current job.
I don't know that I would be this loyal in real life.
[What's extra interesting about this to me is that earlier in the week when I had made my way to the travel guide section of Borders, like usual, I asked myself where I would go if money, language, whatever was no issue. And then I promptly walked to the Greece section. I'm not sure what to do with that information, except blame an early love of mythology and the Traveling Pants series. Also, who wants to go to Australia while I try to learn Greek?]