I had a strange dream about young boys smashing dark round rocks in a factory. Factory... there were like 2 of them but still a factory.
It's a dream ok, don't bother me with that.
Their hand were turning blue and loosing shape due to the smashes on them. On the youngest boy was supervised by a senior smashing rock artist, which had the same work at his age. The guy had destroyed hands and even his face was picasso-esque and blue.
I wondered why.