I was tired last night. What with getting up early and exercising and various other stuff I was tired enough to sleep on a reduced amount of sleep meds. But boy what a dream. I was in a huge Victorian house crowded with couches ( some of them huge and elaborate with canopies) everywhere just randomly pushed everywhere. There were people living on the couches. Someone had died off stage ( yes I realized this was all on a stage) and a very pushy lady and myself were to figure out how he died. I had to dress up in a 1890’s ladies swim outfit with long stockings and cap. Then I was going to be wrapped mummy style to reproduce the death. I woke up then so I never found out what happened but the chaos of life was representative on stage. Weird!