I was printing a large edition of etchings. As it was a big job, I had some helpers. Some people were mixing ink, some were inking up the etching plate and some were stacking the prints. I was wiping ink from the plate and positioning it on the press, then placing the paper and the blankets on top and turning the wheel to send the press bed through the rollers. To my great surprise, I noticed that the person who had been given the job of lifting the paper from the plate once it had been printed on was Murray Tosh, who wasn't letting the fact that he is a Tory MSP and a deputy presiding officer of the Scottish Parliament get in the way of helping a young chap in the pursuit of his artistic endeavours. Good on 'im.
Notes for Freudian Interpretation
The day I had this dream, I'd been in a Subordinate Legislation Committee meeting with Murray Tosh. The only noteworthy thing he'd done was fumble a joke by saying "no worries" in his own accent rather than attempting to say it an Australian accent, which would have worked better. As it was, his fellow committee members were rather unsure whether he was joking or was genuinely expressing a lack of worry. There was a short, but devastatingly awkward, pause in the meeting while people tried to decide whether to help him out or just pretend he hadn't said anything.
Recently, I've not had time to get as much art stuff done as I'd like. Screenprinting is working out very well, but it needs a lot of planning and thought. Also, I need to print and frame some more etchings in case the ones that I have in the printmakers gallery sell and I have to replace them while the exhibition is still on. And I've promised to do a couple of illustrations for people I know -- one for a play and one for a short story. Oy! (As Freud probably never stopped saying.) Earlier in the week, I said to someone at work that I could really do with not having to come in for the rest of the month.
It's obvious why, in that case, I'd have a simple wish-fulfilment dream in which I am printing industriously and successfully. What's Murray Tosh doing there, though? I suppose (if you'll allow me to indulge in a little analysis for a change) that the inclusion of a politician of whom I am not especially fond but who had endeared himself to me during the day as a result of his hapless minor calamity might be a way of reassuring myself that Parliament didn't take it personally when I said that I didn't want to come to work for a bit. He's an understanding type, that Murray Tosh.