Dream Journal

This dream was beyond anything I’d ever experienced; a nonstop trip through a world of intense art. No words will be able to accurately portray this, but I’ll try.

I was at a school — some wild school of creativity. I felt high. But it was normal to us. I was working on an art piece. It was a circular paper that took up my entire visual field, and I was drawing on it with blue pen. It had lots of different sections. One in particular on the left was all these wavy curling lines like water flowing or vines. It got somebody’s attention.

I remember seeing someone’s art in a graphic novel. It starred a goofy kid with a tall rectangular head, in cartoon style, mostly drawn with black ink on white paper. His story was told in the most incredible styles, and I loved it. It was so creative I went into it, and it was moving, flowing. I felt like I was hallucinating on it. But that was part of it. I was moving through the story. I was IN his story and expressing myself within it.

I came out of the story, back to the school. I said I needed to see more. This was a level of art beyond anything I’d seen before. I was hungry, ravenous for more. I was told the artist was coming. He walked up, his head was the blocky artistic head from the story, but it became normal-colored, then smoother, more human, but not all the way. I expressed my love for his art. He spread his arms and released a stack of art on clear paper to me, and I understood he made it for me. He moved on, and I looked through the stack. In it was myself as a character in his story, drawn in his styles, but in color. I was wearing my brown fedora, and I had long blonde hair and a green shirt. I was in his story!

Somewhere in here at the school was a scene with Heidi. She swept in and came to the end of the open hallway I was in (like the end of a balcony). She smiled, and we talked briefly, and kissed. She was in character, wearing a pink shirt and a cowboy hat.

I was invited to the place where the artists lived. I went immediately. It was a multistory building, a little bit slummy. They didn’t care, that didn’t matter to them. It was very alternative, creative and unique. And it often seemed black and white as if all made of ink. I walked through the building, feeling as if I was hallucinating wildly at the hallways, doors. Everything moved, spoke. There was a hallway with doors. One had some vertical lines on it, but they moved and I moved into them. Then I looked at the next door. Eventually I came around to the front, re-entered the house, and saw a woman there. She had been in the periphery a few times as I explored, and now I focused in on her. She was tall, with a unique style of hair and dress. With expert skill and a few gestures, she duplicated the body movement of Heidi from earlier, such that I instantly understood the reference.

She asked me if I wanted to try a drug called Smoop (or something). Not recognizing it, I at first declined. I didn’t know how long it lasted, what it did, if there was addictiveness, side effects, all that. But eventually I decided to try it. She poured a little bit of a clear substance on my hands, and called it an “ink”. Up to this point in the dream, I hadn’t thought of the word “ink” to describe any of this art, so I thought it strange for a drug to be an “ink”. When the clear ink hit my hands, they gave off two huge pulses, and then it was on. As psychedelic as it was before, it increased dramatically. I went deeper into the art of the place.

I walked around and met people, including a guy that looked like a wizard. He wanted me to inhale 2 1/2 feet of smoke in one go from his pipe that was shaped like a staff. I tried but had no idea how to get that exact amount.

At some point she mentioned a higher level, and I indicated that I wanted to see it. She said to tell them that I was her apprentice, named something like “Amara 2” where Amara was her title. We went up a flight of stairs to a floor that was bright and clean. There were lots of colorful blankets there, and there were a variety of strange people there, not quite human, but humanoid. One type I saw a few of had different colors of skin, one green, one brown. But for all that, they had entirely human personalities. They didn’t question my presence but welcomed me in. I walked in, talked to one or two of them. I sat on a couch and the brown-skinned one flopped down next to me. I said “Hello there!” She said hello and told me she didn’t talk to people unless they greeted her first. But she had expertly put herself in my way, haha.

They wanted to do a dream test with me. Confidently, I agreed. They put a ring of cardboard about 3 inches tall on the floor. I sat before it and flopped my head forward into it. Instantly, I was “dreaming”, but I was still there in the room with them. I sat back up and smiled at them. They were doing tests of some sort and I felt like I whizzed right through them.

Eventually we returned to the floor of flowing art below, and went outside. There was a giant vehicle there, like a car half-transformed into a giant robot. I flew up onto it. There was to be a parade. Other very interesting creative vehicles were beginning to come down the road. The vehicle I was in pulled out into the road and the parade began. It wasn’t long before I was walking again. A bunch of people in orange jumpsuits appeared about 20 feet ahead of us (under a pedestrian bridge). They were walking towards us, and I felt they were there to oppose us. What was I going to do? I felt this was still the test now. I did various dream tricks like ignoring them or just observing them intently. No conflict broke out, no emotions got involved, no fear. I was just having a great time.

And even in this part, the drug was in full effect, making everything artistically fascinating and trippy in a way I hadn’t experienced before. I awoke a little bit, in bed. My body felt completely comfortable, paralyzed, at peace. I slowly awoke, moving just a finger or two. In that nearby space, I felt like I was still on the strong hallucinogen, until I got up out of bed to write this down. AMAZING.