Total Lunar Eclipse

I dreamed this morning of a figure study class. Men and women standing naked while artists painted them, moved them, explained symbolism and allusion to the other students. I watched and listened then I was the figure, with everyone studying me. My left arm was bent behind my back, hand relaxed, fingers curling up over my rear, head down, my right hand touching my lips. I felt peaceful, as though I had nothing to hide. No shame. There was something important about my left hand and its placement behind me. The lights faded, and I was alone in an empty room, standing still as people left, almost in meditation. Almost a statue. I woke up tingling.