Dream Journal

Falling asleep: As I was going to sleep, my visions were so bright and beautiful that I saw them quite clearly. They were appearing in such a wide variety of artistic styles — some that I hadn’t seen or used in a long time. I was so in love seeing them again. Even as a part of me was playing with the styles, another part was giving them life and action — not always pleasantly. One I remember is a guy about to drink from a wine glass. He had reached his hand into the mouth and through the head/brain/mind of another to drink what was scooped from inside. This one had taken a few different forms before it landed on the one I attempted to draw. It was all a mind-blowingly beautiful display.