How to find creative inspiration everywhere. A lucid dream As the nurses from the recovery ward repeatedly called my name, I woke up, still half-sedated, and was repeatedly muttering “pink zebras.” I remembered replying I saw pink zebras having a tea party in my dream. A week later and completely sober, I rushed to the art store and searched for the perfect pink that would go well for my hostess, Mrs. Zee (a pink and blue zebra) at her safari tea party, where she invited her