Dreams collapse at Lake Ladoga

I did'nt even realise that I was dreaming until the rim of a steaming cup of black tea touched my lips. I had only been gone for a few seconds. And once the realisation sinked in, I was in no mood for the tea which woke me up from my phantasmagoric dream. I tried reviving it by staring once again at the white expanse of the frozen lake Ladoga- Europe's largest-through the beautiful window of my cottage but my gaze was in a mood of steady betrayal . An irritant considering that this infinite white horizonless landscape just begs to be filled up by your imagination. I reached into my memories and saw a black pick up truck enter from the left of the window frame - speeding over the frozen lake. A song I was working on before I left for Ladoga was being blasted by the anonymous driver in the pick-up. The song was still a work in progress and this stranger pumping these waves it into the Artic air made my ears uncomfortable - the song had an inconsistent tempo and the layers of Polivoks ( Soviet era analog synth) generated sounds went off-key as they wished. Anyways, the song being composed for a video game where zombie animals have taken over the big red Russian city of Moscow had no place in this picture of sub-zero tranquility. I scratched my left ear for god knows what and KRRAACCKKKKkfFUUSSHHH!!.. the ice broke and the pick up was drowning. I knew it was a dream, hence pointless to rush out to help but I was eagerly waiting for the passenger to swim out and rush over to my cottage for first aid. The song still had around 50 seconds to go and was still audible and I now had a way to measure the depth of this lake by simply measuring the time it takes for the song to fade out. Around 30 seconds into my countdown I heard a muffled explosion in tandem with a light yellow spark emanating from the lake hidden under a sheet of ice. Curses! There goes my plan to measure the depth of the lake to an error of 10-20 feet and prove it to the locals that it is not infinite or not-measurable or cursed to never be measured as they have believed for centuries. I was still glad that the song stopped and as I walked closer to my window the stranger came out of the lake - half frozen. He lit up and started walking towards the white expanse and I wanted to draw his attention to a thick black wire which originated from where in the Palaeolithic times the now extinct tail of this mammal would be. The other end of the wire was somewhere in the lake and before I could yell and alert the man, the wire became taut and snapped. The stranger did'nt notice that he was now on fire. He looked at the sky as my zombified song started playing again from the divine source above and kept walking until he finally collapsed. It was then I realised that this was not the original dream I had but a new one. My tea was now cold and I was getting ever anxious to know how the original dream ended. There was no way but one to find out. The two dreams collapsed to give way to another dream and I found myself on the road back to St Petersburg to finish my song - fix the tempo, tighten the editing, balance the keys and I knew when that was done I could re-dream the dream I yearned for at Lake Ladoga.