I had a dream about Icarus, son of Daedalus. This is a very obscure person to dream about from mythology. I don't remember much about the dream, just that he was very handsome and seemed a little clever, and possibly misleading. If you don't know the story of Icarus, I'll post it here from Wiki.
Icarus's father, Daedalus, a talented and remarkable Athenian craftsman, attempted to escape from his exile in the palace of Knossos, Crete, where he and his son were imprisoned at the hands of King Minos, the king for whom he had built the L a b y r i n t h to imprison the Minotaur. Daedalus, the superior craftsman, was exiled because he gave Minos' daughter, Ariadne, a ball of string in order to help Theseus, the enemy of Minos, survive the Labyrinth and defeat the Minotaur.
Daedalus fashioned two pairs of wings out of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Before they took off from the island, Daedalus warned his son not to fly too close to the sun, nor too close to the sea. Overcome by the giddiness that flying lent him, Icarus soared through the sky curiously, but in the process he came too close to the sun, which melted the wax. Icarus kept flapping his wings but soon realized that he had no feathers left and that he was only flapping his bare arms. And so, Icarus fell into the sea and perished.
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