Dreamed I was frantically writing a plot for a play that would go on at the end of the day. It was a wonderful fantasy plot, full of heroes and heroic deeds and exotic settings. And I was in an exotic setting: a Vegas of sorts, a lavish vacation place, where the Bordewieck family had gathered. Lisi was helping me with the production. But there were too many scenes. Every time I finished, I always remembered one more. I had begun the task with the hope that it could be completed; as the night wore into morning I began to lose hope, and when I awoke I was glad to give up.