bowler dream

i dreamt of bowler hats a few nights ago.  everywhere, everyone was wearing one, like that perfect scene in the 1999 film remake of the thomas crown affair. i was my very own verison of rené magritte's self portrait,  Le fils de l’homme - and just as in the painting and the film, the entire dream felt like a perfect intersection of surrealist visual art and modern-day cinema.
so this morning i take a stroll down bowler memory lane.  from the stuffy british bankers on the streets of my 1979 london, wearing what i thought were the silliest hats i had ever seen to stanley kubrick's a clockwork orange, and it's disturbing opening scenes of alex and his droogs, wearing bowler hats while engaging in an evening of "the old ultra-violence", its odd shaped hats galore. but most prominent in my bowler flashbacks is milan kundera's novel, the unbearable lightness of being, and sabina's relationship with her bowler. in one scene, she straddles a mirror on the floor of her studio, completely naked except for a bowler hat (in the movie, unlike in the book, she is wearing lingerie).  it was bowler hat as sexual emancipator, and in 1988, one of the most powerfully subtle erotic scenes i had ever read (or seen). 
all this memory from a dream of stuffy black hats - i think i need to go back to bed - sweet dreams and happy friday!