nightmares

[procris]

The other morning I woke up from a dream in which I was apparently doing some sort of delicate in painting. In front of me was an array of paints, although now I couldn't tell you whether they were acrylics or watercolors, but I suspect watercolors in tubes. In the dream, I remember reaching for a paintbrush from a cup clearly marked "Color Brushes"... as all such paintbrushes are marked in any lab I've ever been in. As my fingers close around a brush, Karen, one of our professors, yells "NOT THAT ONE" and indicates that I can't use that brush with the specific pigment of watercolor I had selected.

I'm obviously working too much. I'm taking this weekend off whether or not I can afford to.