Just a short section of a much larger dream, but it's shown up several times:
I am looking at a "blackboard" (you know, the metal ones that are actually green) and there is considerable writing on it. Words.
Between two sets of words -- separated horizontally -- there is a streak of red. It might be paint or something like paint. The streak/stripe runs vertically and is roughly 10 or 12 inches long. The ends are not as fully covered as the middle, as if a paintbrush started up there, but didn't fully cover the blackboard surface; then made firm contact with the board; then lifted up leaving a diminishing trail of paint looking just like the top of the stripe.
I have some kind of internal response to seeing the stripe. Satisfaction? Comfort? Just being okay with the stripe?
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