Some personal art, and also some scenery practice.

Last night, I had a dream where I was dead, and I was a ghost that was following around my mom (not my actual mom, just someone my dream made up to be her) and a singer who used to know me. They seemed to be having a good day, discussing the singer's upcoming concert. I tagged along because I wanted to go to the concert, and the whole time was invisible and passed through the walls and ignored gravity and all the fun things that being a ghost entails.

At one point I accidentally made myself visible on an elevator and most of the people were looking away, but my dream!mom saw me and looked upset. I winked at her and turned invisible again, and then followed them out of the building to a nice Asian-themed restaurant. Once they were done eating and left, though, I didn't follow - I just stuck around enjoying my invisible peace in this restaurant lit only by paper lanterns, as it was dark outside by then. Later I visited the concert, but until then, I just enjoyed myself.

As much as I don't want to die before my time, I miss the realistic sensation of being a ghost on my dreams. It makes me sad when I wake up and I'm fleshy and gravity works on me again. Oh well.

Art -  shad_noise