Hearing Things

I've started hearing strange music in the overtones of my air conditioner while I'm trying to go to sleep at night. Sometimes it's such that I have to triple check that my iTunes is turned off. It's usually electronica, if that's what I've been listening to last, so my mind must create the continuity. But then it can also be 70s funk brass stuff, and even some indiscernible vocals. Maybe it's some kind of Rorschach for musicians, like the way artists see things in clouds.

Or then again, maybe it's just the little green men trying to fuck with me again.

Either that or the drugs. . .