"I forget them not long after I have them so I try to paint them fast to keep on to them. I remember forgetting a dream I had when I was fourteen, and it was a really good dream... dunno what about but I know it made me happy. Ever since then, I try to remember and paint." And then he didn't lose the happiness he had. He didn't have much happiness otherwise. It wasn't that he was living a bad life, he just had depression and anxiety, he was a bit all over the place emotionally.

Traditional artist, he supposed. "Lucid dreaming sounds handy though."