Bone 23

I had a strange dream the other night.  A woman was doing divination from chicken breasts.  She would take a large wooden mallet and smash the breast bone.  The breast bone was a dream construction, a kind of grid of bones over a coin-sized sternum bone.  The woman would smash the grid of bones, which would pop out a kind of bench-shaped or pi-shaped bone.  Where the bone piece landed on the sternum piece was significant.  Somehow the number 23 was involved.  I don't recall if the actual number appeared on the sternum, or if the popped-out bone landed in the 23rd position (or both).  

I spent the day wondering if the number 23 would make a significant appearance, but so far no.

This morning's dream involved traveling by boat and car (I'm thinking ice was involved), and an abandoned art deco tour of a city that might have been New York, or might have been Astoria, Oregon.  Mark and I were touring in a group through structures that had been abandoned, but were simultaneously a hotel.  We started out in a kind of shuttle station which was located underneath the latticed deck of a large cast iron bridge.  Train cars, sort of like what they have at the Old Electric Station restaurant, were on either side of a causeway.  Lots of rusting Art Deco triangles.  

We walked to a five story building.  Instead of stairs, there was a kind of looping metal pipe (maybe it was a pole?) one had to climb.  It involved lots of reaching and swinging; one had to reach out and grab a loop of metal, then hook one's foot in anther loop on the other side.  Mark could climb it, but I was having difficulties.  The building itself was otherwise like a McMineman's Hotel:  vaguely art deco in style, and about a hundred years old.  

I'm going to guess this was inspired by some photos of an Edwardian church and newly released video of the Titanic.