This is your Brain After It's Asked About Singing

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I dreamed.

I dreamed I was in a desert called Cyberland - okay, not really. It was only nearly that bad.

I dreamed I was transported to a high school or college chorus. In performance. I wasn't supposed to be there: I had to read off another alto's music, and I know I was sometimes singing in a key not known to the rest of humanity. But I was getting it: I wound up in the wrong place for the comedy number (something Christmasy, from the combination of green and red chorus dresses), but I pratfalled my way into the right place and turned it into a good time.

At the end of the concert, I was expecting a "who are you?" dressing-down, and instead the director said, "that was great, next semester you're going to have to dedicate all your time -"

" - but I graduated in 2006," I said. "I'm not even in school."

And then I woke up.

So I guess I really do miss chorus.