I just remembered a dream I had last night. I was riding in a very small antique blue truck - yet I think I was in the future - and the road was wet with rain. I slammed on my brakes at a red light at the bottom of a hill, but my brakes locked and I couldn't stop. So I swerved to the right and ended up cruising through the backyards of some fabulous old houses. I even went through the kitchen of one of them, and in passing I noticed the countertops. They were tiled in a rose-colored stone. Jagged pieces, not squares. The stone was beautiful, sort of crystalline. I told myself in the dream to make a note of it because it would go perfectly with my Fiestaware.
Have I mentioned pink is my favorite color?