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Dream Journal: March 19, 2022
3 years ago
I want to encourage more people to write about their dreams so I thought I'll share one.
I came home around midnight last night after dinner and an evening of food, games, and a movie. Normally I would have taken my evening medication at 9 but I didn't feel like bringing the pills with me. So I got ready for bed, took my pills and fell asleep with the Estrace under my tongue. I proceeded to have one of the nicest dreams in a long time. Starting from the earliest thing I can remember:
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My mom was wearing my favorite skirt --long, black, and pleated-- gently swaying back and forth as she spoke with me. It was too long for her though and the hem swept the ground as she swayed. I was drawing a comic in watercolor and every time I sat down to work my mind would wander and I was transported into the story. I watched things unfold as an unseen observer. Whenever a part of the story ended I found myself in a different place with the finished pages. When I went over the pages the story seemed to ramble, but it felt sincere and interesting. It was very experimental with vivid colors and minor transformations.
Suddenly I had a stack of mini-comics that I must have gotten from the printer. There was a mistake with the offset on the cover. The front cover was clipped about one centimeter in from the right side and the back cover bled over accordingly, with the staples going into the back cover designs. The front and back didn't interact well together which left an obvious seam on the front and presumably a white strip along the left edge of the back, the same width that was cropped from the front.
I showed it to my brother's wife because she's very bookish and it went over well. The inner pages even had raised bits of color where the pages started to get really abstract and surreal. Then I posted it online where, according to the comments, the community was less impressed. Even so, they had interesting things to say and constructive feedback.
Then we were at a horse show. There was a stable there for "Soon-to-be Horse-girls" and on the side of it was a large 3-part sequence. The silhouette of a woman in a riding outfit was turning into a horse from the waist down. (More horse-satyr than centaur)
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I woke up soon after and remembered enough of my dream that I felt compelled to write it down. I can't remember the story I drew, but according to the in-dream comments there was an orangutan and it took place in a "semi-historically accurate" version of Copenhagen. I've never been to Copenhagen. When I looked it up I saw photos of colorful houses along waterways, not an old windmill house in an overgrown glade of wildflowers. I think the dream-comments might have been fucking with me >:[
I came home around midnight last night after dinner and an evening of food, games, and a movie. Normally I would have taken my evening medication at 9 but I didn't feel like bringing the pills with me. So I got ready for bed, took my pills and fell asleep with the Estrace under my tongue. I proceeded to have one of the nicest dreams in a long time. Starting from the earliest thing I can remember:
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My mom was wearing my favorite skirt --long, black, and pleated-- gently swaying back and forth as she spoke with me. It was too long for her though and the hem swept the ground as she swayed. I was drawing a comic in watercolor and every time I sat down to work my mind would wander and I was transported into the story. I watched things unfold as an unseen observer. Whenever a part of the story ended I found myself in a different place with the finished pages. When I went over the pages the story seemed to ramble, but it felt sincere and interesting. It was very experimental with vivid colors and minor transformations.
Suddenly I had a stack of mini-comics that I must have gotten from the printer. There was a mistake with the offset on the cover. The front cover was clipped about one centimeter in from the right side and the back cover bled over accordingly, with the staples going into the back cover designs. The front and back didn't interact well together which left an obvious seam on the front and presumably a white strip along the left edge of the back, the same width that was cropped from the front.
I showed it to my brother's wife because she's very bookish and it went over well. The inner pages even had raised bits of color where the pages started to get really abstract and surreal. Then I posted it online where, according to the comments, the community was less impressed. Even so, they had interesting things to say and constructive feedback.
Then we were at a horse show. There was a stable there for "Soon-to-be Horse-girls" and on the side of it was a large 3-part sequence. The silhouette of a woman in a riding outfit was turning into a horse from the waist down. (More horse-satyr than centaur)
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I woke up soon after and remembered enough of my dream that I felt compelled to write it down. I can't remember the story I drew, but according to the in-dream comments there was an orangutan and it took place in a "semi-historically accurate" version of Copenhagen. I've never been to Copenhagen. When I looked it up I saw photos of colorful houses along waterways, not an old windmill house in an overgrown glade of wildflowers. I think the dream-comments might have been fucking with me >:[
I figured I'ld share one of mine, as its only fair.
One I had recently was myself and a few friends walking through a lightly wooded area. It's dark yet we can see fine. We are carrying wooden weapons as we are hunting 'Yin Spirits'. I think we needed something from them as a crafting material or something.
We crest this hill, and we see them. At first it looks like a mass of lightly blue glowing butterflies, just flying around a small valley. As we watched they changed forms from butterflies, to bats. Then birds and small squid-like things. Just flowing in the sky. It was like looking at 'Starry Night', yet the colors shifted and moved.
And about then was when i woke up, that sense of wonder still ringing in my soul.
Oddest part was the feeling that I knew the weapons we were carrying as apparently I had made them. I knew them down to wood selection and the reasoning for them. Most of that slipped away like most dreams do.