“Hey I really made progress! This drawing actually looks good!” < it was all just a dream
It also is just chance that I remember it at all as it happened soon before I woke up for the last time. Even then, it would've been feasible to let the brittle dream material just decompose into nothing, as it is a particularly fragile fabric. But it bothered me enough that instead I remembered it. Execute trollface

I could try to replicate the picture I had made, but it would look terrible
It somehow makes more sense to portray the resulting frustration