My dreams are nothing if not inventive.

Just woke up from dreaming I was at a Rocky Horror Picture Show-style viewing of Britney Spears’ 2002 masterpiece Crossroads (really of a TV-series spin-off of the movie). For some reason, this took place in Москва in Russian. This happened with my long-dead father, whose Russian had improved from “barely remembers a few Cyrillic letters” to “fluent.”

Now, I want a RHPS-style adaptation of Crossroads.