Imagine yourself, finding an old phonograph record in the attic of an old house you've just purchased, complete with dust and scratches as if it had been sitting there for decades. With great anticipation, you race downstairs to put the record on an old record player the former tenant left behind. Then the music begins to play..."Supper's ready, the dream is over." Something begins to gnaw inside and for some unknown reason your palms begin to sweat. Now it's understood, the dream is over...