Strange dream last night:

The exact scene is unclear, as usual in dreams. I was trying to put together a replica of an apparently famous stained-glass window. It was going well - I had all the pieces in except for one. That one, of course, was top-center, a keystone-critical sort of thing. It turned out that this one piece was not one piece, but made up of many smaller ones, and intricate ones at that. I got that one put together except for the last of its pieces…

And it was made up of many smaller ones.

I woke up.

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