Hmm, what a ruthlessly symbolic dream: sitting around with a bunch of charming, handsome, talented young men who have a (classical, I think) ensemble that has somehow become famous; I ask them to come perform, collaborate, work with us in the North, and they say no, politely, with regret – we'd love to, but we have very heavy schedules, all already set. Then, and in front of me, someone from the South (Surrey, Brighton? – it is a dream symbol, and doesn't need to be quite a real place) asks them the same, and they accept with alacrity.
And I sit, trying to be pleasant, but feeling fairly despondent, old, a failure and unimportant, around the table where they are all making plans to work together… hmm.
Such an unsubtle dream.
Paul Attinello 
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