I dreamt I had new play, or show? And was presenting it in a conference room to a bunch of executives who were there to give me notes. But the new play, or show? Wasn’t a story, but was instead a Beef Stew with Carrots, which no one but me seemed to understand. One asked me what my intentions were with the casting of the piece, because maybe, I’d made the wrong choice? I felt helpless and attacked. I wanted to cast other actors, I tried to explain, but I only had carrots.