Had a classic former-workplace dream. This one, however, also embraced additional territories such as music and housecleaning and former cast members. I think I still remember quite a bit of it, but the funny thing having to do with music is that while sitting at my desk at work, I found myself playing the piano part in something, and this one song required only counting the rests and hitting a B-flat major chord on the button. The gal sitting next to me was finding that more amusing every time we did it, so I showed her my score and how many notations I'd made all over that page just for playing one chord. As I did so, I was embarrassed to find that most of the notations didn't pertain to the music at all, but were little reminders of things to do at work or elsewhere. Actually, the rest of the dream was no better, embarrassment-wise. Oy!
