It was 5 o’clock in the morning, and a man in my dream was playing the piano. It was beautiful, but I am not a morning person, and I was irritated. In my dream, I opened my eyes, and the window at the head of my bed looked out onto a beautiful courtyard garden. The musician dream figure sat at a piano down below. I yelled down to him to stop, that it was too early; I was trying to sleep. He obliged.
Back in waking consciousness, it makes me smile to know that there is a part of my psyche playful and inventive enough to pester me awake at 5 AM by playing the piano.