So this morning I dreamed that there was a rehearsal of "Carmina Burana" going on in some subterranean room, conducted by Trisdee. My mother and father and several of their friends were in the room and I invited them to sing in the chorus.

"It's all about sex," I explained. The number they're doing is "Tempus est jocundum". "The pelvic thrusts in the music, and of course "totus floreo" is obviously about arousal...." My family members are really getting into the music and everyone is singing lustily, including me.

It's sort of a very happy dream, not much of a story to it.