My muse was actually a boy and not some Greek Goddess. He tricked me actually, and for some unknown reason. Even the riddle in the symbolism of his trick has puzzled me as a riddle with no answer. He was very much a boy and no gray haired old man and quite free of those. His eyes were very piercing. I liked him and admired him. That is the story at the later part of a long dream. I keep the details about the trick to myself.