Welcome to the Christmas Food Induced Coma Dream

So it's after Christmas.  All the presents have been opened.  Christmas dinner is now just a memory and several stepper sessions into the future.  I have stuffed myself with every cookie, cake, pies, sweet, and baked good in the house.  Time for bed.

In dreamland I meet this Zaftig Redheaded Goddess.  We do everything I ever thought of doing with a woman and several other things that are illegal in 23 states. Just before I wake up she tells me she is a piano teacher.  Then I am siting at upright piano playing Chopin.

Only thing I figured out is my subconscious Id was having too much fun and my better nature needed to get him out of the gutter with some semblance of culture.