Had a weird dream that I had been asked to conduct the first rehearsal of a Brahms symphony. It was to be broadcast. Someone stole my copy of the score, and I was under prepared. It was a disaster. Only the oboes sounded good. The regular conductor quit. I finally got the score and went to work, section by section. Then the oboes started to get mad. Somehow, while it was coming together, it was discovered that the oboes players,who apparently lived together on a farm, had started growing porcini mushrooms and were now able to finance the orchestra.