Last night in a dream I said to someone, “At a certain point, high gloss white [paint] just becomes self-aggrandizement.” The line struck me so keenly that in an out-of-body, in-body fit I vowed to wake myself up to remember it. Then, when I awoke, laying in bed desperate to go back to sleep, I kept repeating the line to myself and warning myself, “you’ll forget it if you go back to sleep.” – over and over until finally I just got up and wrote it down.