A dream of a bizarre, unknown musical classification system:  "E+" , the enharmonic equivalent of "J (the 'violet note')".  A diatonic scale containing audibly bubbling quinine.  Notation of all aspects of a sound:  timbre, volume, etc., a string of colorful cuneiform trailing from the Roman letter indicative of the note.  A whole step consists of two hand-widths, therefore an individual's system of intervals is unique to him.  Color and touch are everything.  Rhythm is a closed, mysterious world; only the hoary and tenured even approach it.  The more rainbows (scales) we push on (master), the more explode out beyond them.  We break into song (can't find key).  Parallel lines form a staff; a degree between any two of us.

My mind's little way of reminding me that I still don't "get" theory.