I've been having this reoccurring dream, yes that is what we shall call it, that I can navigate the 4th dimension. Except the fourth dimension isn't time as in our Einsteinian universe, but music. Rather, music is the embodiment of space time. It leaps and arches and pulsates for me. Hovering in the same wormhole of space and time that resides in my brain. I think the dream is me experiencing a little tiny fragment of what-- perhaps, Wassily Kandinsky experienced in music and then laid down on canvas in such a lush and truly exquisite way.