There I was, busking with my violin, on the streets of New York when I saw a purple painted elephant on one of the walls in Times Square. I was confused and took a drink of water in case I was dehydrated and having delusions. But it turns out this marvellous piece of creativity was real. I did a full examination and was bemused as the penmanship was inch perfect. All of a sudden a crow cawed overhead and the elephant came to life. He immediately stampeded towards me and as he was just about to trample me, I woke from my dream. And I was happy to be alive.