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I dreamed that Beethoven was sitting at grand piano playing with gusto, in a black empty space, whilst being engulfed in flames. He was just concerting with enthusiasm, as if his suit and eventually the stool and piano were not being surrounded by furious fire. There was no sign of either he nor the clothing or piano charring or blistering. The flames were hot and wild but clearly not earthly in nature, and he could play on oblivious and unharmed.

…You tell me.