Ophelia's Book O' Fun II

I had a brief DILD this morning, where I came close-ish to completing the basic TOTM:

I was in a relationship with Frédéric Chopin, the Polish composer. We were in one of those morning rooms, talking about something.



He seemed quite distraught. If you know anything about the composer, his life was fraught with emotional and physical distress. In the dream, he expressed sadness about something, and i was trying to console him by talking to him about his music. I may have been George Sand, and quite befitting because George was a baroness who went by a male pseudonym.. even dressed as a man. I explained to Chopin that "You have no idea how much beauty you have brought into this world with your music. Even more so, how your music will impact the Romantic Era and it's genre boundaries after you die as well." O_O DOH! I'm talking to a dead man, I'M LUCID!!

I put my hands on his shoulders and set him down gently on an incredibly opulent Victorian style sofa, and said "Please forgive me, but I have to remember the TOTM, it's very important." He looked at me quizzically, and then jolted as I yelled out "Drink a potion!!! You have to help me find a potion so I can drink it and describe it's effects!!" He looked extremely confused, and possibly worried from his mistress's sudden onset of insanity, then everything went vertigo. I was pulled backwards by an invisible force, and I watched the beautiful man on the beautiful sofa in the beautiful room, fade into the back of my eyelids, and I woke up.

Speed your sorry ass up next time Frédéric, you namby pamby little emo man! I've picked larger men from under my fingernails! <3