So I dreamt that I was a student in architecture (which I was once) and that I was behind on the project (the usual state of things when I was an architecture student) and it was to design a park that had anti-aircraft missiles.
My brilliant idea, because things in dreams can be dumb but seem brilliant, was to design a small pond in the shape of a catcher's mitt and place a large baseball shaped gazebo in the middle of the catcher's mitt and to place bat shaped missiles (remember--this park has to be a fortress too) around the perimeter. What a load of nonsense. Well, good morning and happy Monday!
(you can see where my architecture career got me: see below)
(pots by Gary Rith)