Fragments of recent dreams

On one morning the alarm went off just a moment too soon, interrupting a dream before a Swedish guy was able to tell me why fortified wine is cheaper than regular wine in Sweden. In the following morning's dream, I was reviewing an academic paper and I spotted that the first part of the abstract had been structured carefully so as to be most readily sung to My Favorite Things from The Sound of Music; I happened to be with my (late) father and showed him.