I just remembered dreaming about you last night. I was in an office with my current boss. He was rummaging through old closets. I paged through a book about art. (It was really cool. The blue text and pictures would disappear if you weren't looking right at them.) The words "Return to Mark Wagner" were written inside the front cover and at the top of one of the pages I had flipped through. I said to myself, "Oh yea, this is Mark's book. I need to return it to him."

Later, I was at an electronic carnival or fair. There was a guy drumming on metal pipes and I thought about how it would be easy to translate his music into number sequences. Then I realized that that's what written music is—sequences of notes which are just numbers (for pitch) and duration.

There was a poster for sale, large, with black background, autographed by Peter Gabriel.