this dream is pretty garbled, but I guess I was in some situation where we were living under adverse economic conditions (like the great depression, where everyone is broke). there was some sort of nazi-like persecution of minorities. I and a few others were supposed to come up with some sort of recipe or something for a contest.

apparently the recipe invovled making an edible cover for a piano. we were soing this in some sort of fairly large and ill-lit studio soundstage. I started by somehow covering the piano (a little cabinet one) from the keys up in gelatin. I had to go then and someone else on my team took some sort of stiff lacy-like edible wrapper and covered it. the entire concoction, one finished, was supposed to protect the piano, and yet be edible.

time passed, and there was something in there about a baseball game, but in the end this did not work and we had to start over. a lot of fingerpointing happened.