I am with a group of people in a workshop. We are all staining wood to make something. I come into the workshop and it is pretty dark. The others are in there, working. I see there are lights, but they are not on. I mention this and someone turns them on. I have stained a medium sized 4×4. We all talk about Mom and how she would be “slap/dash” when doing a project. It is all in good humor.
Note: In waking life, that was true of my mother and my siblings and I use to laugh about this.