You've entered the caverns, enjoy your stay.
Yesterday an associate asked me what I dream about. Most of my dreams focus on the pressurized details of relocating one's home, but in last night's offering a group of us were putting on a play. The harrows of memorizing lines, piecing together intricate costumes, and coordinating rehearsals caused me to run from one imaginary room to the next. Laughing amidst a stream of brightly colored backdrops, I yo-yoed from elation over the project to frustration with sleepy-headed fellow thespians. The stream of encounters exhausted me. I shouted, "Wake up" to myself. Consciousness arrived after 9 am. Interesting turn of dream-subject. There's a play contained in the fifth novel. Think this is a subconscious message? Like: Etienne, get on with publishing The Theater of the Lost!