I've been purchasing a new album every week, this year, and most recently on the blind advice — sight unseen, sound unheard, face ungoogled — of my friends. This weekend's is Jaco Pastorius' 1976 album Jaco Pastorius. I bought it today, and it turns out Jaco Pastorius is a jazz bassist, and the album is very full of jazz.
So of course last night I dreamed about what I might hear. In my dream, Jaco Pastorius (the performer) was a Buddhist monk who played heavy metal cello, and Jaco Pastorius (the album) was a multi-disc greatest-hits collection. I downloaded it in my sleep, and woke just as he was about to launch into a screaming rendition of Chopin's cello sonata.