I was drawing a picture. As always it is beautiful women paintings.
If my model isn't a beautiful woman, I don't want to draw it because my personality has a problem?
While worrying about such a thing, I painted paints with a brush on a photograph of a magazine or something.
Although I may refer to photograph, I have never drawn a picture on it, I think that this may be a dream.
Still continuing to paint, the painting was completed in due course.
The beautiful woman in the picture is smiling.
"If paints are dry, goodbye." I felt like hearing such a voice.
People in the picture can not talk, but anyway, I'm in trouble bye.
Wake up from this dream before paints dry.
Otherwise she will disappear. Paintings drawn at a great moment are lost forever.
Somehow, I believed it.
Get up. Wake up from my dream soon.
I stretched out my hands and set up my nails and awoke to make a noise as if peeling off an invisible wallpaper.
Then it was a dream after all.
There are not any where beautiful women paintings. I was laughing because I was too sad.
However, if I think about it carefully, if I stayed asleep, I would have forgotten everything and could not tell anyone the story of my dream painting.