/lit/ - Literature

I had a dream less than an hour ago that quite awed me.
I remember it was around the 18th century. I had entered an old and ornate building (though I do not recoll entering it), and it was brim with people talking and singing. Beyond the entrance hall there was luscious inner garden to my left; to my there was a ''waiting division'' (such was my thought), and to its right was a courtroom where everyone outside it could heard the shouting in.
I'd went to the waiting section when I saw Mozart (from the film Amadeus, with its characteristic laugh) and next to him was his father and wife.
It was when I stood next to them, and after some exchange of words (which I've forgotten), Mozart went in the courtroom; And it was then that I'd understood what most were singing. They were singing the 'Offertorium: Domine Jesu' from Mozart's Requiem, but now they were only repeating the later part of the music (where the choir says: "Quam olim Abrahae promisisti / et semini eius."
I was so moved from the singing that it felt as if I was in a living opera; and looking at my surroundings, I instinctively joined the choir. After a minute, we heard the verdict. Mozart was guilty was to be sentenced.
Cheers we heard all around, and as my gaze fixed on a statue of Mary looking downwards (with clouds and cherubs at her feet) I heard someone shouting (or was I the one shouting?) "Fuck yeah! There IS a God! Hang that motherfucker!"

Then I woke up to my alarm.