I made it home on the 4th of July, then collapsed for the better part of the week. This flick was a hard one to recover from, but I know I'm almost there now because last night, for the first time in two weeks, I managed to sleep without dreaming I was still on the set. Filmmakers out there know what I'm talking about. You work 14-18 hours, go home, finally get to sleep and you dream you are still working. It's exhausting because you never stop working, even in your sleep. But hopefully that part of rehab is now over and my dreams will be replaced by images from BLUE VELVET, like in this classic clip from the past. Go get 'em, Roy!