One of my favorite dreams involves the Beatles’ song, ‘Savoy Truffle’. In it

I was taxied around a wild city at night, going to all the parties and seeing everyone. One place was nothing but a commercial kitchen with a hundred dead rabbits resting on a cutting board, waiting to be skinned. Also, there were olives and bottles of Madeira.

But no one was fighting for anything but love. I was taxied around and I met the queen. Bay like a dog when you’re with me, she said. No one will see you, so you don’t have to feel silly.

Maybe, a dog. Okay, you’re going to take a while to fit in.