Dreams.

A crazy dream about two storylines.
1. I button up my white collar and go to the theater to audition for the academic choir.
2. They show me a newspaper with a picture of a vicious criminal hugging his beloved dog. It was a German Shepherd. He's smiling.
1. I remember that I don't have the sheet music for Ave Maria. I go into a large, parquet-floored hall, bright with a high ceiling. There's a piano and many chairs. The choirmaster is near the window.
2. It's muddy, a wall of a house, garages on the other side, and a road stretching into the distance, a car is driving away, with the criminal in it, and there's a chase, noise. The dog is pacing near the house. And this picture in the dream, like a ribbon, is crowned with: "THE CRIMINAL ABANDONS HIS DOG ON A LEASH, HIDING FROM THE POLICE."
1. I'm standing by the piano, I feel sorry for the dog, I ask in what key we will be singing. I look to the right, and there's a table in the corner, and the dog is whining wildly behind it. I walk over, look under the table, and the dog looks at me like a human and says, "Listen, move the table."

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Ha-ha.