The recall of my first A -word dream

It was a light and breezy evening in Athens. Asklepios reclined in his easy chair, an unread medical journal on his lap, a glass of neat bourbon in his hand, and a tear in the corner of his eye. The affective, dark aura that enveloped him loomed like a storm cloud threatening to rupture at any moment.

Normally such an affable chap, he had noticed that his manners of late had been sadly lacking. He recalled how, just that very morning, he had openly affronted his entire male nursing staff, calling them, without reason, a bed of wilting pansies, provoking an affray the likes of which had never before been witnessed by anyone, anywhere on earth. This affrighted the entire population of the city to such an extent that by 4 o’clock in the afternoon, everyone had boarded up their homes from the inside, and were seated patiently in their lounges, waiting for Armageddon.

The aetiologist’s report on the 7 o’clock news declared that the good doctor, their god of medicine, had been the one and only cause of the entire ruckus.

 Asklepios felt no trace of sadness when, at about 8pm, the affectatious woman, who had been affianced to him, sent a message to him in a dove’s beak, informing him that their upcoming wedding was off. As he swirled his whiskey around his toothless oral cavity, all those gloomy fluids in the darkened thought bubble above his head rushed to an afflux and out flowed a crystal clear stream of realization; he was not born to be a doctor, goddammit, he was ,and always had been, an aeronaut at heart. He ceremoniously burnt his Hippocrates Oath, built a hot air balloon, and adopted his true vocation with gusto. So devoted was he to his new way of life that he had his name officially changed to Aesthete. So appreciative of the beauty of nature was he, that within a month he had afforested the entire inside of his home, and went on to become the greatest balloonist of all time.    

Oh, what can it mean

My interpretation of this dream is, follow your fascination, and everything will work out beautifully. Sure hope it turns out to be the truth, I quit my deathly dull job, am following my fascination, and although it's not yet worked out beautifully, I fully expect it to!