The dovetail that finally fit, except it was bread dough

I'm cutting a dovetail in my sleep but the wood keeps turning into bread dough, warm and giving, and the master just nods like this is normal and says 'softer' — and I wake up with my hands remembering the pressure, not the shape. Lately the joint keeps beating me at the bench, but in the dream it's not about winning at all. Weird how my head figures out the lesson before my hands do.