I had a really strange dream a few nights ago:
I think it took place in the 1940s, and it was in black and white! Strange, as I usually dream in colour. Anyway, I was on stage with Duke Ellington's band playing clarinet (of all things), and I had composed all of the music. I remember the audience loving it, and I felt very proud of myself. I was very distressed when I woke up and found it to be only a dream; especially since I couldn't for the life of me remember any of the music!