Fever Dreams

       Last night was a tossing and turning sort of night (I have some sort of bug) that had tossing and turning sorts of dreams. At least partly inspired by our newfound World Of Warcraft hobby, I found myself being wrapped up in vines and unable to escape.
       In other tossing and turning moments, I was falling off of a balcony at a hotel of some sort, trying to swim through the air on the way down to get to the pool. That really didn't work. Woke with a full body convulsion from that one, cats went flying off of the bed in every direction, there even might have been a growl and a hiss or two. (Poor babies.)
       In another dream I was reading the proof sheets for a collection of plays, some of which I had written. I really wish I could remember more of that one. I would like to know what sort of play my feverish brain thinks I have written. (Other than the three one acts.)