I dreamed about a painter who was cranking out a bunch of acrylic paintings. I went to see her in her studio. She was having an affair with a man, a married doctor. He was giving her his khaki pants to wear because they fit her and he brought her along on house calls. The ex-wife was furious. The doctor and his ex fought in their Volvo. My husband tried to intervene and referee.
I was fascinated by the artists paintings.
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