Last night I dreamt that I was a space traveller, and visiting many far-away places, in different galaxies. I had a ship, and apparently I had friends in many distant locales. Of course, dangers did abound and I had to overcome lots of challenges, such as making it down the double-wound staircase I've tried to draw in this sketch. Not only was this staircase shaped like an S, but the treads were extremely narrow, and the staircase was nearly vertical. For the record, I chose to slide down the bannister rather than risk falling on the stairs.There's no need to analyze this vigorously; it's obviously about my house, my newly inherited car, job stress and active social life. Ho-hum!
What were not so ho-hum were the shoes, which played a leading role in the staircase scene. As I was daintily making my way down the first and second sawtoothed stairs, I was looking at my feet. I noticed that I was wearing boots--moon boots, of course! One was bright orange and the other was bright pink. However by the time I made it (with help of the bannister) to the marble floor of the landing below, a layer not unlike Saran Wrap had peeled off in places on each boot. Blast. I had ripped boots and no time to save them, because there were giant airships, that looked like fantasy cargo boats, parading through the sky.
Was this a choice between beauty and utility? It's a choice I feel I need to make every day...
