There was red, yellow, green, purple, blue and pink paint in dirty old rusty jars. I stare at the canvas with expression. I pick up the paint brush and close my eyes. I was in the dessert, my feet soaking in the glistening sand. I walked for ages; everything had now turned into shiny waterfalls. All of a sudden I see an island with water calling out to me. I see round coconuts jumping with excitement. I feel a pinch on my skin and wake up. I look on the canvas and see that I had painted my whole dream. Something really stood out it was a jar of red paint.