my dream

I usually don't like to interpret dreams, but it occurred to me that when I woke up from the one referred to in the last post, I had the same feeling as I do whenever I read these lines of Keats:

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And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the fairy power
Of unreflecting love;--then on the shore
Of the wide world I stand alone, and think
Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.


hm...