Last night I wrote an opera. Or rather I dreamed I was hearing an incredibly wonderful opera. Multiple layers of texture, exquisite singing, the voices magically moving in and out of the orchestra. Gosh it was wonderful. For a while on waking, it was still playing in my mind, Then the alarm rang, and it sounded like one of the many themes. Now I think my opera perhaps grew from the choruses in Der fliegende Hollander, tho' there was no overt similarity.