Weird dream about Chopin.
The only thing i remember vividly is Chopin being TOO pale and gaunt than he would probably be.
We were in this weird small room with little kids sitting on the floor. And then he pull out his very thin arm.
Then it just cut to my chin being place on the behind the elbow of his arm.
And then he said "it fits perfectly!" In a creepy raspy voice. And it DOES fit perfectly.
This is what happen when you like classical music and consume serial killer media.