I had a weird dream. I was holding a living tissue that started to grow in my arms with the intention to become a baby. For the next two days I started painting babies .. The first day I killed them all. The next day the babies started to hug me ..

I continued painting what the babies where calling me to do. I had the feeling that I was looking at my self. The babies were different versions of me.

At the end, I felt the need to reconcile with them. They where still bleeding, but instead of attacking to me, they gave me back love. I had to accept their hug and hug them back. I had to love them ..