The strees are paved with shirts?

Wednesdays dream.  I didn't think to much about it in the morning when I woke,  It was when I was going to bed again in the evening that I took a moment to ponder it. 

The dream scape was a a beautiful sunny island with impossibly blue sky.  It had a feeling of a Greek island in the spring.   I was in a small rustic work shop, with a group of people waiting for a balloon ride.

The man who owned the balloon was an acquaintance, his balloon always stayed afloat and to get it he climbed way up into the sky on a brown hemp rope.   We waited below until he arrived with the balloon and a small wooden crate for us to stand in.  

As we climbed aboard until the create is  full and we were hanging over the sides. I was aware way the distance there were very futuristic air planes fighting, triage shaped. 

As we started to move we were instantly flying low threw an empty city, the buildings appear modern and clean, as I looked below me I realised that the streets of the city were paved with a patchwork of fine cotton suit shirts.  

It wasn't until last night I realises how this image perfectly blended the sayings 'The streets are paved with gold' and 'The shirt of my back'