I had my first cello-related nightmare this morning. I dreamt that I was playing and everyone in the house was complaining and telling me I had to send it back. I went to put the mute on it, but somehow the mute had grown strings with screws on the end, and for me to use it I would have to drill holes in the cello. Meanwhile I had broken half the hairs in my bow and was very upset with myself, and the Valkyrie was yelling at me for making her listen to me play. When I woke up I had to laugh at my subconscious. I imagine I will have more cello dreams along the same lines, because my brain is nothing if not neurotic when I’m asleep. Silly brain.