OK, Sigmund, analyze this

Last night I had this dream that we found an obscure CD by some guy who, when he was 44, was convinced that the early Depeche Mode had stolen his sound. He had then spent 20 years in the studio trying to finish his one unfinished pop single. Eventually a disgusted studio engineer had released it as a bootleg CD. And we bought it, and played it, and it was crap.