I don't remember the words exactly, but it sounded a lot like a 1950s advertising jingle, with the small studio orchestra and the six or eight voice chorus. And the end of every couple of lines, his name was used as a refrain, in multipart harmony, "Ted Kosm-a-a-atk-a-a-a". Even inside the dream, I found this to be pretty darned weird. I woke up laughing.
Seriously, I am giggling as I write this blog entry.
I was at Rainforest Writers Village with Ted last week, so that explains why he was on my mind. And Ted, my apologies for abusing you like this, but it's all true.