Do you remember the post where I imagined having a walk with Pyotr Tchaikovsky in the snow-covered countryside? Let’s spin this a little further. The composer and I have had a long chat about music and the human plight. Silently we wander through the snow when we realize that the sun is about to set. We are miles from that Ukrainian cottage and we have to get home before it’s pitch dark. We might get lost or attacked by wolves. Quick, let’s hurry home. Suddenly we believe to see ghosts in the dark, there is howling noise nearby – run! And then I wake up. It was just a dream.