I dreamed last night of mundane things like doing laundry, and folding clothes.

I also dreamed of drawing purple cone flowers on huge pieces of cotton rag paper with fine tipped brushes well loaded with a lavender pigment. I think it was acrylic thinned to act as a water color. The brush never ran out and it was rather like drawing with a pen. My hand danced across the fine paper, creating the image in long graceful lines, my hand virtually dancing across the surface in a near performance of its own. One continuous stroke never leaving the papers surface, every line precisely where it should be.