warning dream diary entry ... how boring

Okay I had this strange dream that I was with my friend K and we were looking for a pub and then we decided to go to the opera, which was called 'The Psalms of David" which was not as you might think a sing through of the old I lift up mine eyes and the other 150 or so greatest hits of D, but a political opera set in the White House. During intermission I got separated from K and this glamour intellectual woman in a black cocktail dress (prof B?) led me into the attic of a nearby bookshop and made me recount some of my sexual experiences. After the opera was over K found me and told me that they had used my confession as part of the score of the last act!