Leonardo's Dream

I dreamt we were riding on an open nineteen-century carriage, curiously their was nothing in front pulling it, but turning my head to look behind I realized the carriage was pushed forward by the four Byzantine bronze horses of St. Mark Cathedral. We rode along a boulevard flanked by sumptuous buildings. The architecture was familiar, it might have been ancient Rome or Washington DC. Gradually aware that the scene belonged to a world of computer generated graphics we moved forward as players of a Nintendo game. Captured in the scene, we paused awhile, motionless while time like wind was gusting by. There was no sound, not a whimper!

Silently the left side of the grand boulevard imploded… self-destructed… In fog, dust or smoke the rubble disappeared… Leggo architects came, new buildings quickly rose, impressive new generation of palaces filling all vacant space. The vitreous facades reflected the old...

Then the carriage became my bed and Leonardo DiCaprio was beside me. “Magic” he said.