My dreams go back to being happily resonant so I'm always tempted to sleep in and get more of them, but they're also slippery as ever about getting into the longterm memory. Wish I could remember more about the group of time travelling academics who infiltrated an Elizabethan acting troupe (not precisely Shakespeare's) but spent their time hollowing out a large ie man-sized wooden spoon. I think it was a spoon, but that detail is gone as well.
Other Worlds: spent a little time looking at youtube trailers for The Seven Samurai. Ay de mi: long ago and far away: not Sengoku Jidai but the early 70s.