As the prints took their time to get here — a day longer than planned! — I had this nightmare about them being all wrong. It’s hard to explain but they looked like a mess, pulsating stitched horrors of print matter. I didn’t feel good when I woke up. At all. I wanted to cry because of the dream, because of my fears of how the prints looked. This is what my true nightmares are about. Monsters and being gutted? Bah! But some prints being wrong? Then I really do wake up gutted.