I dreamt that I was watching an artistic performance. There was a huge canvas stretched on the floor between four seating structures forming an amphitheater for the audience. There must have been a couple of hundred people watching the performance. The artist was a young woman wearing a tight black outfit reminiscent of those used in modern dance. Only her hands and feet were exposed. Her dark hair was collected into a tight bun. She painted on the canvas using four enormous tubes with acrylic paint. The colors were red, blue, green, and yellow. She painted an elaborate composition with consummate skill by squeezing the paint out of the tubes. The painting was rather a drawing, because the paint coming out of a tube was always of uniform thickness. As she painted a human being or an animal or a building, she always moved backwards. However, she was apparently oblivious to everything that she had already painted, and so she trampled it underfoot as she kept painting. The composition remained only in the mind of each person in the audience. All that could be seen by the end of the performance were traces of the artist’s trampling feet. I woke up quite enchanted by what I had witnessed. I was convinced many an audience would be enchanted by the performance, too.