I had another vivid dream. I can't recall it in its entirety, but before I woke there was something to do with playing classical compositions with (my?) toes on a plane, and a girl being moved by it. But, it seemed as if I wasn't present, a voyeur to a story. A man and the girl spoke for a while, and suddenly he drew a gun on her, demanding something. There was something dire about the situation, as if the whole world pivoted on whether or not the girl retained the thing demanded. My friend's dog was there again, the man's in this dream, and the girl held it as reason for the man not to shoot her. She locked herself into the bathroom.

That's all I can remember.