Once upon a time, I had a dream.
I dreamt I was wearing an ornate gold gown. It was covered with tiny semi-precious stones and it had a glamorous train. I remember never feeling as stunning in my life. Why was I wearing it? I don't know. I did know, however, that my beautiful gown was designed by Gustav Klimt. He had designed it especially for me. I was wearing a work of art!
Then I woke up. And I realized that Klimt has been dead for 95 years. I don't think I'll be getting a Klimt dress anytime soon.
I dreamt I was wearing an ornate gold gown. It was covered with tiny semi-precious stones and it had a glamorous train. I remember never feeling as stunning in my life. Why was I wearing it? I don't know. I did know, however, that my beautiful gown was designed by Gustav Klimt. He had designed it especially for me. I was wearing a work of art!
Then I woke up. And I realized that Klimt has been dead for 95 years. I don't think I'll be getting a Klimt dress anytime soon.
Adele Bloch-Bauer I, 1907. Oil, silver, gold on canvas
And that's why dreams are better than reality.
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