I dreamed that I had to give a vocal recital standing on the concrete steps leading into a big hotel. The audience was sitting in another building, a banquet hall to my left. The audience was invisible. Ratana, my secretary, was sitting in the driveway/ I was holding down the fort because the actual performer was supposed to be Thanachai Ujjin, but he had been delayed. Finally the concert was almost over and the star still had not shown up. So I started to sing "Plaisir d'amour". By the way, since the audience was in another room (and the orchestra was elsewhere as well) I had no idea whether I was being heard at all, except by my secretary. I extended the opening phrase of the song over and over, hoping that my relief would come, but eventually I had to get to "chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie". I sang this phrase while rotating and lifting my arms to the sky. Then I woke up.