I had a dream last night about my upcoming surgery.
It was being done in a Holiday Inn with two double beds filled with patients. We worked really hard and were nervous, because we had to perform a rock-opera musical number before it was our turn for surgery. I was late to the performance and my understudy took over until I could get on-stage at a later point.
I'm not sure what this means.
Maybe my subconscious anxiety about the surgery has combined with the fact that it is scheduled on St. Patrick's Day.
Here's hoping my doctor isn't drinking any green beer beforehand, and that my performance will get four stars.