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-Title quote (translated): "Disagreeable [lit. sing-not] Noise"-

The most interesting thing by far from last night's slumber was dreaming that I was somehow wearing really tall flip-flops. I remember none of the context surrounding this singular footwear, which only serves to make it infinitely more humorous. However, given the tendency dreams have toward segue, perhaps there IS no context.

I am currently listening to the neighbor diagonally to the rear of my house playing what sounds like a seriously troubled synthesizer. No doubt the psychologically disturbed instrument is actually some sort of oddly amped electric guitar, but that is very hard to verify, despite having heard its thinly veiled cries for help on and off at least one early afternoon per week. Every so often, the heartrending sound will be punctuated with the feral cry of the local birds, clearly a deep expression of avian sympathy toward the stringed one's anguish.

Reality check. More likely, the birds are threatening the instrument.