I was floating in the clouds aboard a flying ship...other ships nearby....sometimes the ship would go through a cloud, cold and moist, sorta, and it was hard to breath until the ship was out of the cloud....
It was cold, sorta...cold is a sensation I can't recall feeling in a dream...my dream characters are a bit like my wow avatar, sound and sights, but other feelings and such are second hand, like from a story or movie....
I looked up and read some of the the commentaries on Keat's Ode To A Grecian Urn, and happened on Robert Graves' comments, like from 1924....Graves wrote a book called, The Meaning of Dreams, and often in his other works he mentions dreams....some of his poems have his take....if one can get past his punditries, Graves commentaries are more interesting than his poems....and his poems often have features of dreams, though the poems are very plain spun looking....Graves is sorta an English Robert Frost...the modern premise is that dreams are an interpretation of events while awake, and Grave's acknowledges this, but also points out, that in olden times, dreams and the whole supernatural world, were regarded as real...to Shakespeare, he explains, the witches in Macbeth had real world counterparts...Graves has a way of turning everything over, and saying, 'wait, consider this...'
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