(Read about Seven Answers).
am stood in the entrance way to a high vaulted room. In front of me is a short corridor of cream-coloured stone with beautiful carvings all around. It looks quite old, medieval perhaps. As I pass through into the room it suddenly opens up, becoming vast like a cathedral. A woman with grey hair pulled back into a bun, like my primary school teacher, is sitting at a low stool in the centre of the room with a wooden easel in front of her. She is painting. But as I approach I realise her brush is not actually touching the easel, she is painting three-dimensional women into the air, creating human forms out of paint in front of me. The painted women begin to grow and their legs become archways filling the space before me. I am not afraid of these women and when I wake up I feel energised and strangely comforted.