Had a pretty fun dream this morning: I was in a musical. I'll try to recount as much as possible.
The story concerned a group of Irish men and women settling in a steel town in America. My role could be considered a featured supporting player -- third or fourth lead, I guess. I don't remember specifics of the songs, other than I sang in the opening number; in the Act I closer, a eulogy for one of the settlers; and in the climactic sequence -- a football ('soccer') game. I remember the opening night crowd giving us a standing ovation.
And I remember giving an interview after the show where I admitted, "I knew I had a dodgy Irish accent, but it was too late to back out when I found out about it." I've had a run of active dreams lately -- definitely not nightmares, just dreams where I'm in action of some sort. It's a welcome development.
More to come today, including a special Thursday Morning Jukebox!
This morning I dreamt I was part of the maiden voyage of an experimental journey -- into somebody's body. Very pleasant change after dreaming of fighting monsters most of the past week. 
