The stuff that dreams are made of.

[truepenny]

I dreamed last night, amongst the usual weirdnesses, that Shakespeare had written a tragedy called Oursin. The title character was queen of whatever imaginary country it was set in; the plot mostly seemed to revolve around a group of conspirators plotting to overthrow the king (Julius Caesar, pretty much), and I don't know how Queen Oursin fit in with that. The play's fool (a good, Lear style fool) was one of the conspirators, although maybe not for the same reasons as the other. He was called The Faculty, and he had a beautiful speech about labyrinths that I was trying, in the dream, to write down so I could use it on my website.

And what any of this means, I have no more idea than you do.