I've heard music in a few of my dreams. The one that sticks out in my mind involved something sounding like a blend between Mussorgsky's Night on Bald Mountain and Stravinsky's Rite of Spring and Firebird. I was lying down in the dream while it played, accompanied by a visual component of swirling, smoke-like colors hovering in the air. It was neat; I wish I could remember the sound of the music better. |
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