Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Dreams of greatness

Throughout history, great men of the arts and sciences have been inspired by their dreams.

Friedrich August KekulĂ© von Stradonitz dreamed of a snake biting its own tail and upon waking conceived of the structure of the benzene ring.  Robert Louis Stevenson imagined The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde in a fevered dream.  Paul McCartney woke early in the morning with the melody for Yesterday fully formed in his head.  The Hindu goddess Namagiri would appear in the dreams of Srinivasa Ramanujan and reveal mathematical theorems to him by writing them in blood (yet never appeared as his co-author).

Last night I shared in this bounty.

I dreamed of a golf course where the players used sushi and lightly fried seafood instead of golf balls.  Wandering the course and interacting with the players were people dressed as members of the late French aristocracy.  For example, at the first hole you had to carefully chip some tuna from the floor up onto a plate on a table, where Marie Antoinette would delicately eat it.

I think this kind of thing has a lot of potential.  Who's interested?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Book your tickets to Stockholm.

PTR said...

You're suggesting a Nobel Prize? Wow! But what category does this fit in?

Anonymous said...

Not the peace prize though. Surely the Medicine Nobel!

PTR said...

Surely not - I'm only in 2nd year medicine! Whereas I've been saying "I'm a lover not a fighter" ever since "The Girl Is Mine" came out in 1983.