My dream was like… I found a stranger in my bed, and instead of freaking out, I just calmly asked, “Hey, wanna listen to the Esperanto version of ‘Where Ya Gonna Run To’?” and they said, “Yeah, sure.” — see, Redgum (in the dream) had made an Esperanto version of the song, that was apparently so good that it literally made you cry every time you heard it. And so we both bawled our eyes out to Esperanto Redgum. That was the dream. It was a good dream.