It probably has something to do with the fact that I'm going to see Robyn Hitchcock play this week, but a couple of nights ago, I had a dream wherein I was in Hitcock's living room (and I knew it was his living room because I saw it in the documentary Sex, Food, Death...& Insects), with a few other folks, and we were writing and playing songs with Robyn. And at one point he pulls out a toy megaphone and explains how the previous day he'd been playing with it, writing songs with it, singing into it in gibberish-German.
Not sure what it all means, but it was a very vivid dream.
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