It is said that dreams only last a fraction of a second and that you cannot dream in color. I cannot argue with the first part of that statement, but I defiantly dream in color. Consider the following tableaux: A knight in full shining chain mail armor is kneeling before the queen. His head is bowed in submission. At each side of the knight stands a ceremonial guard core. They are dressed in “Swiss guard” style uniforms complete with colorful blue and yellow pantaloons. Each guard is wearing a gold colored fireman style helmet. They all are standing at attention and each is armed with an 8-foot spear.
The queen is sitting on a majestic gold throne dressed in an off-white gown decorated with gold sequins and wearing the crown that signifies her as the head of state. The court jester is sitting silently cross legged off to one side.
The queen slowly arises from her throne and takes two steps forward towards the knight to-be. She extends her arm, turns her palm down and quietly states, “pull my finger”.
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