Dreamt

that the world will end, unless I learn Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in thirty minutes. Jeff Shauer, of all people, offered to teach me, but he only got through the first movement before dying a fiery death. I was left alone to learn the remainder two movements. Was more amused than panicky about the ludicrousness of life, the universe, and everything. The color scheme of the whole dream resemble the coverart of Houses of the Holy.

I think I woke up right as the apocalypse arrived.