I awoke this morning before first light, having been dreaming some of these patterns: this is the eighth of my essays in virtual piano performance, part played, part programmed.
Edited as score, graphs and 'piano roll':
the music is an approximate recall of the repetitive arpeggiated cycles of my dream, in bright yellows, oranges and greens.
During rhythmic periods of equal length, speeds of harmonic change overlap between the two parts.
Cycles are established then eroded or asynchronously phased before rejoining and again diverging incrementally in pitch, by octatonic degrees.
These are the ways that continual falling and swooping motions described themselves in the dream, suddenly broken with a different thought.