Last night I had a bizarre dream. I was going to just go ahead and type it out because it's really too complicated to be describing on this tape. But maybe not; maybe I'll do alright. I dreamt that I was having this vision that when my father was a little boy he was afraid of the same sounds that I am, and that they affected him the same way. And I was having a vision that if a nice person were there to help him through it, it would have been a lot better for him. And the chords of C, E and G, the interval that would get me, is from G to E descending, or any chord for that matter from the top to the middle, top to the middle, top to the middle like, "Ding [higher], ding [lower], ding [higher], ding [lower]." And I guess in this dream I had a vision of somebody doing that on a keyboard and Jimmy's three years old crying, and that was weird. And then I kind of jumped over to another vision, that my mother had these candles. And they were candles, okay? Candles do not make sounds.  There were these candles and they had different sounds, but there were three of them and they were called C-E-G candles because when you would light them, they would produce the chord of C, E and G over the sound system, along with a bunch of other crazy sounds. And this is bizarre. And my mother wanted to try them out with the sound system like at top volume. And it wasn't going to be a scary thing; it was just going to be a thing. And when she lit the candles, it was like -- you know how 1930s and 40's jazz was like, [musical sounds] -- well, it was kind of like that, it was like the funny jazz that we can't stand. And I guess that was the extent of it and then I woke up. I think the candles came in because my mother got some candles from Clark and Marylou. And they were just smelly candles; I can't imagine where I would get the thought that they would make sounds. Anyway, that's that.