Dream

I dream of fireworks. I was lighting the blue touch paper to a rocket and expecting a spectacular launch and explosion. I noticed that the rocket had become a cone shaped fountain-type firework like a Roman Candle instead. The crowd consisted of a few pretty ladies. I hoped that when it went off the cone would still shoot up into the sky an explode but feared that it would not. It felt like a good dream. The erupting cone shape indicated a new sense of sexual and social confidence, and I interpret the rocket as my artistic success, which I am apparently less certain of.