Even in a dream, John Flansburgh is such a gentleman. He shared an umbrella when it started raining. Opened the libretto for John Linnell's opera so that I could follow along during the outdoor performance. (Wait. You already know all the words?) Shuttled me around on some kind of golf cart thingy between acts. We waved to Linnell; someone had just offered to buy the rights to the opera. As if.
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