dreams and the orchestra

I dream of a series of nylon cases containing pills. Each case is numbered from one until seven. On their arrangement I realise that I have two cases with the same number, seven. At first, an effort to make sense of it. Then comes the realisation that since there can be no two cases with the same number, this must be a dream. I wake up to find the following on my desk:

We travel to Pedoulas to see the youth orchestra, including people from other countries. Fascinated to see such talented musicians in a single room, their near perfect pitch wakes up envy. Their rehearsals recorded for future use (no rights reserved). Here are some photos of the journey: