Sometimes I dream that I'm drawing, then wake up with my right arm stretched out to the side, holding an invisible stylus and drawing in the air.
It's funny, I get to catch a few seconds of it and notice that I'm drawing carefully even in midair~
“The scroll offered only a shimmer, a veil thinly lifted to my eyes. A future lost. A victory undone. Sands of time scattered by fate.”
Yazar, Moth Priest to High Queen Iradne of Hammerfell (4E 206)