What Tony is dreaming

As you probably know, it has been announced that Charlie Sanders has joined Reuben Williams. I saw this news yesterday and last night I dreamed about 1985. 1985 is performing tonight but I am so tired here at my job I can barely keep my eyes open. I've just got to go home, cook dinner, try to write for an hour, and then sleep--at which point I will probably be so wound up and awake I'll wish I was at the UCB Theatre. The thing is, I dreamed about 1985 last week, too. 1985! 1985!

So what was my 1985 dream? Well, other Harold Night teams were there too, on upper floors, but on the ground floor of my house it was 1985. In the dream all the rooms in my house are kitchens. (In fact, in my dream I have a house.) Anyway, all the kitchens are piled high with dirty dishes and pots and pans soaking in all the sinks in all the rooms. I think it's a three-story house, but after the first and second floors of messy kitchens I go back downstairs. All the sinks are blocked and flooding. None of this is my fault, although my parents blame me--even though it's not their house and they're not there. 1985 and the other teams are very helpful, but it's not their fault either. Actually, they're just doing object work--no one is touching the dishes, but it's the thought that counts. The waste baskets are overflowing and there's no place to throw away the half-eaten scones. I'm trying to be helpful too, but we don't have enough sponges and soap. It is at the point where I notice we are all ankle deep in overflowing sink water that I wake up.

Now the real questions: How does that make me feel? Why 1985? What do kitchens mean to me?