There is a dream I did not bother to record. It was about a statue of Saint Anthony that I used to have but that I sold off 15 years ago, and I can't even remember who bought it. Its head and base were more than 100 years old, its sculptured robe was shellacked in metallic gold, it held a sculptured calla lily in its right hand, and tiny diamonds were encrusted at its feet.

In the dream the statue comes to life and tells me that it has finally awakened and is unleashing its power.

I wish I could remember who owns the statue now.