On a roll last few nights with fantastic dreams. In the latest I was positioned to meet Bach but Bach was in the form of some type of underwater creature in a deep diving suit. It was part of being at University, part of a research and performance situation. There was some fanfare around the space where a concert was suppose to happen and I was elected to improvise on the clavier since it was Bach we were honouring but a clavier is too quiet for my interests and style. Was worried about that but didn’t think any further once I saw the creature floating in the diving suit and knew it couldn’t speak English and wondered how exactly we might communicate if we could. I don’t read much into dreams but there is a lot of pleasure being in another reality without no concerns about how surreal it is, which is only realized later in our ordinary waking state. This is fascinating because our ordinary waking state is also absolutely surreal whether it is the fuzzy caterpillar this afternoon crawling across the sidewalk or the woman who loudly lectures traffic at Dundas and Keele each day or just the fact that you have a liver busy detoxifying you as best it can. Sometimes when people almost die they have stories after about seeing a light in a tunnel and going with it and feeling fine about it. There is no afterlife, there is nothing besides this existence but I don’t doubt those people really had that experience and that perfect reassurance. The brain has so many maps we are not privy to, probably when it assesses the end it helps itself relax into oblivion. Easier than a death by freak out. Next time I’m going to try asking underwater alien Bach questions and play the clavier, might lead to some meaningful communication.