I dreamed about New York and Liberty Statue this morning. I went to NY by boat through time machine at wee hour. When the night came, the peripheral of Liberty Island was flooded till the neck of Liberty Statue high point. So it was the golden time to smuggle my self in, together with one of my siblings/friends (I couldn't remember who she/he is). We came into it succesfully. Though, slightly strange, there was no crown on the top of Liberty Statue. Then we saw The Helmet of Liberty Statue flew above the flooding area, nearby The Liberty Statue standing point. The Liberty Statue caught it swiftly. I figured it out that she was like The Amusing Athena, one of beautiful goddesses that I adore her so much. While we were seeing that amusing goddess from a tiny boat, I was totally mesmerized. It was happened in front of my eyes.
After seeing the stunning photograph previously, We went to a statue maker in the slump area. I supposed we were under a bridge. I wanted the statue maker making me a mock of Liberty Statue for $15 (I thought he was going to sell it for $29 more or less, but he accepted the cost that I had offered him, $15). There were many mocks of Liberty Statue with European faces in his showroom. He made all the odd statues and proudly showed it off to us. I was curious a bit about who he was... Where he came from.. He had an Asian face, dark skin, kinky hair, and average high, 160 cm I supposed. His English was not fluently enough. Then I figured it out and suddenly I just knew that he was Indonesian. Hahahaha. Like us. We were brothers.
And then, I also saw a neighbor. He was a painter. Same artists remained here, under the bridge, I thought. When we came to him, he was painting on the canvas by spidols. I thought he was little stupid. He brushed all of the canvas by waxing it off for the finishing. I supposed, he was going to sell it not really expensive, I was pretty sure on it.. Because he was a slump painter. And his painting was a bit clumsy and filthy like hell. His painting was talking about a painter who was painting on the canvas by spidols, and the painter who was in the painting was squating down. What stupid you were (whereas, I also painted on that position once in a while). Anyhow, His painter painting was rather like slightly calligraphy style on every corners of his canvas-he loved to scratch it there.
At the end of my dream, I woke up. My consciousness came out a half way. I thought that today was Friday and I could go back sleep then. After a few seconds, I realized what today was, it was Wednesday. Eventually I knew that I was late to go work. But, wait a second, Friday was also a weekday, right? So it was basically the same with wednesday. How could I miss it? I had to wake up now!
After seeing the stunning photograph previously, We went to a statue maker in the slump area. I supposed we were under a bridge. I wanted the statue maker making me a mock of Liberty Statue for $15 (I thought he was going to sell it for $29 more or less, but he accepted the cost that I had offered him, $15). There were many mocks of Liberty Statue with European faces in his showroom. He made all the odd statues and proudly showed it off to us. I was curious a bit about who he was... Where he came from.. He had an Asian face, dark skin, kinky hair, and average high, 160 cm I supposed. His English was not fluently enough. Then I figured it out and suddenly I just knew that he was Indonesian. Hahahaha. Like us. We were brothers.
And then, I also saw a neighbor. He was a painter. Same artists remained here, under the bridge, I thought. When we came to him, he was painting on the canvas by spidols. I thought he was little stupid. He brushed all of the canvas by waxing it off for the finishing. I supposed, he was going to sell it not really expensive, I was pretty sure on it.. Because he was a slump painter. And his painting was a bit clumsy and filthy like hell. His painting was talking about a painter who was painting on the canvas by spidols, and the painter who was in the painting was squating down. What stupid you were (whereas, I also painted on that position once in a while). Anyhow, His painter painting was rather like slightly calligraphy style on every corners of his canvas-he loved to scratch it there.
At the end of my dream, I woke up. My consciousness came out a half way. I thought that today was Friday and I could go back sleep then. After a few seconds, I realized what today was, it was Wednesday. Eventually I knew that I was late to go work. But, wait a second, Friday was also a weekday, right? So it was basically the same with wednesday. How could I miss it? I had to wake up now!
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