I was in a house that resembled the one I grew up in. When I woke up (in the dream), I went to some kind of school. Somehow I was able to smear blue ink on my forehead. I vividly remember trying to wipe it off. Couldn't.
Then it was art class and I saw that I had forgotten to get my stuff to school. We needed brushes and paint and I had neither. I decided to use the blue ink that was already there on my forehead. For brush, I tried borrowing one from the fellow classmates(faceless as far as I can tell) but they didnt share :(
I decide to explore the artroom to see if there are spare ones lying somewhere. And then luckily I encounter an old classmate(with face) with a bunch of new brushes. I get the smallest one because there is very little ink left on the forehead and go back happily.
Lol, have fun with this one Freud.
