18 Dec 2010
The Many Muses of Flight
I had a dream last night about a statue. That’s all I remember about the dream – the statue. The statue was titled “The Many Muses of Flight”
It was all white as if carved from white marble. It had a man in Dickensian garb complete with top hat leaping up, but he was only partially distinct from the white marble mass which was primarily shaped like the plumes of smoke from the early stages of a rocket launch. Further up the column of marble smoke – about head-hight and taller to the man, all manner and size of bird arced out of the plume in all directions.
It was such a real thing in the dream, I mistook it for a memory so had to google it. Apparently, it was not a memory (or at least not a worthy phrase) as Google helpfully provided:
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