I dreamed again I had to make a speech. When I got to the podium, I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes.
Later that night, I dreamed far into the future, when I had become a
giant monument in the town of Dusty, Arizona. Tourists came from
far and wide to show me to their children.
Then I dreamed of Jorge Luis Borges' "predilection for the endless
sentence with semicolons as milestones along the route," as noted in Borges: The Selected Fictions
Intriguing dream. I love the concept of the monument... how did it feel being famous yet sculpted in stone?