Last night I started dreaming of a soundtrack that I am composing for a film in which slowly, strings were playing in triplet thirds to represent the sound of a vehicle entering a tunnel, The music welled up and alternated between C sharp minor and A minor in my dream. Then the sound of a bamboo flute joins in, Then there was a voice saying we have to make the announcement, so big this announcement, First London, London unspoken. And Paris, unbroken, We must rent this huge empty irregular polygon shaped shopping mall with an huge hall in its center to perform this music. The announcement is apocalyptic for the whole world. The mall with the polygon hall will be the beginning.