A funny thing happened to me the other month.
I was in the realm before waking, but not asleep.
Celestial music filled my room, the most beautiful music ever, and it was very loud.
Now, I live next door to elderly, sometimes cranky, people who I generally worry are particular about how loud my music is.
I worry enough and was sleepy enough that I had a brief but ridiculous discussion with myself in bed whether I should turn down the celestial music. Sleepy enough not to realize the impossibility of this and yet in bliss from the music, I made the difficult decision to jump out of bed to turn it down. In the seconds before I got up I remember thinking maybe medium volume would be an ok neighborly compromise for music so transcendent, so beautiful.
Of course, the music stopped as soon as I popped up. I was sad for days.