So I had this dream last night...

where I had possessed the body of a Shakespearean actress.  The troupe was already out on stage doing their thing and, poof, there I was, in costume and ready to go.  They all didn't think anything about it, and I just knew whatever lines would come to me as soon as I got out there.  I mean, they had to, right?  How could I go on stage and not know my lines?  The whole thing felt like an alternate universe, except in reverse.  Everybody else was in their right place, only I was out of sync.  It reminded me of the Buffy episode where Cordelia wishes Buffy was never there and Zander and Willow were vamps.  I loved that one, hee he.  Might have to watch it tonight.