there was this event, something like a fashion show, going on.
suddenly, i was sitting in front of a table, being randomly sad about the fact that i would never become a model (too short, too fat, whatever).
then i started drawing a card for my dad. and suddenly these models were coming up behind me telling me how i would be a great illustrator and i should really be doing this for a living instead of spending all my time taking 'boring photographs'.
and then my alarm decided to go off.
an ironic dream really - given my current situation.
oh well, at least compliments are always nice. even if theyre only in your dream.
