Me trying to paint my fingernails and failing to achieve the expected immaculate effect. Actually, I didn’t even manage to paint them all the same colour.
How weird is that? I mean: I haven’t painted or had nails suitably long for painting since … anno Tobak. So what is my subconsciousness trying to tell me? 🙂 That I am old enough to put on some varnish? 😆 ?!?
And then, some time later, I am in Moscow, looking for a train station to get back home. No, planes haven’t been invented yet in my dreams. Unfortunately, I don’t seem to have a purse with me. Or money, for that matter. 😯
Watching Breaking Bad might be doing strange things to my brain, but I simply HAVE to see it all.