Last night I woke up with my head feeling as though I had polished off a bottle of wine, some kind of head cold I guess. When I got back to sleep I dreamt about tomorrow night's exhibition. It started out very pleasantly with me enjoying a drink with my friends as we cruised the gallery. It then morphed into a horror show because my painting was not on display. I tracked down the organisers who told me it was too fragile to withstand being exhibited. I was furious that they hadn't bothered to tell me and embarrassed in front of my friends.
On coming to my senses I realised I'm feeling some anxiety about the Milburn Prize. I will make calm my meditation focus and simply enjoy the night.