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Date: 2/12/2024

Most of the dream took place in an art studio. I was making work and talking to other artists. There was a big old-fashioned printing press in the middle of the room. Z was there, working on some sort of handout for a church event. She cut a big stack of paper to size and then she broke down crying. I sat down with her and started to comfort her. Her eyes were bulging out of her face. They were pushed out so far they touched in the middle. She seemed to be able to push them back in once she finished crying and felt a little better. I was preparing for a show at SCAC and looking through a bunch of art I had apparently made. I was really impressed with some pieces! There was a black and white drawing of a girl sitting on her bed, and somehow her expression changed depending on the angle. I didn't remember making most of this art, and I realized that probably meant I was in a dream. I didn't really know what to do with that realization though. I just kept looking through the art.