This morning I dreamt that I had seven vessels or vases. They were of seven progressively larger sizes. At certain points in the dream, the seven vessels were stacked one on top of another with the largest at the bottom. At other times, the vessels were arranged in a horizontal line, one next to the other, in size order.

The vessels were filled with water. In my dream, I had to make sure that I would somehow be able to pick all these vessels up and carry them with me to work that day without spilling any of the water or breaking any of the vessels.

I spent hours trying to figure out how to do this, absolutely convinced that this task was of the utmost importance. Upon waking, I was both relieved and slightly disappointed to discover it had all been a dream.