I dreamed that I was staying in Cambridge, Massachusetts, for a week and visiting parts of Harvard. I attended a Theater Improv class. The four students the professor had selected sat in a kind of open cubicle, but they could only manage one or two word replies or comments. They were just not funny. The professor looked at me, and said, “Would you like to join in?” “I immediately leaped into the scene, with a fast-moving monologue that went something like this: “What are you all sitting around moping about? We’ve got work to do! You know that!” etcetera, and then I saw one woman had a cup in her hand. In my best Carol Burnett-style intake of air, I went, “Huuaaghhhh! Is that COFFEE? Where did you find it during this worldwide coffee shortage?! Can you get ME some?” And that’s all I remember.