Last night I dreamt that I was recording some music at my house with my friends Mike and Karen. It was raining and the ceiling was leaking (which does happen here when it rains).
When we left the house we were suddenly in London. Unfortunately, we got arrested on suspicion of anti-social behavior. While I was being interrogated by the bobbies, one of them let slip that the restaurant Beatroot had closed. I wasn’t sure if this was actually true; it could have been an attempt to break my spirit.
At some point in the dream I was explaining why Bach was such a monumental figure during the Baroque era of Classical music.