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Wouldn’t it be cool if you could listen to music while you were sleeping?

I tried it a few times in college. I’d figured, so long as I’m just laying there sleeping anyway, I might as well enjoy some tunes. But it didn’t work very well, for the obvious reason (I had to keep waking up to change the CD).

(On the subject of college-era musical experiments… I remember once cranking 99 Luftballons to about 120 db while I walked across campus to see how far away I’d be able to hear my own stereo through the window. Did it even occur to me that my neighbors on 4 sides might be cursing my name while their teeth shook to the fat synth-bass of 1980s German pop? Yes, of course, but I did it anyway. I mean, come on, it was Nena. None of my neighbors ever said a word about it.)

I dreamt the other night that I took my parents and most of my local friends out to dinner at the French Laundry. I think I’d eaten too much that day, and as my overburdened system tried to cope with the masses of surplus food, a deep memory was triggered — of another night of masses of surplus food. In the dream, waiters kept coming and coming, an endless stream of photo-perfect gourmet bites of saffron-scented, brown-buttered, reduction-sauced artfood. We ate and ate and ate and felt not well at all. But at least I woke up before the bill came, because otherwise this dream would have been a nightmare.