So in my dream last night....
I was older, like in my mid 20s and I was playing in the Seattle Symphony. I was having a great time being there, except I hated my orchestra coordinators. It was this group of rich, snobby teenage girls...like Mean Girls type figures.

For some reason, in this odd dream world, my mail was delivered through the symphony. So at the end of rehearsals, the coordinators would pass out every one's mail. The evil orchestra coordinators decided to write me fake love letters.I was so happy to get these love letters. I was completely unaware of the cruel intention behind their fabrication. I would receive a letter and be so excited.

But then I got a real lover letter from some anonymous man on the far east part of the country. In his letter, he told me to take journey to Colorado, there we would meet. So I embarked on my journey to Colorado, but the evil orchestra coordinators followed, trying to intercept my mail. My lover had to make a detour and he somehow ended up in New Orleans, but I never knew because of my evil orchestra coordinators. So I lived the rest of my lonely life in Colorado