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Most of the stuff I pretend to draw comes out from either my dreams or rmy nightmares, None of which I particularly dislike. It is posible that i have more bad dreams than average dreams, and I am so used to it, I miss them when they don't come. Every once in a while they come in the form of night terrors, nos as much as when I was a child, but it still happens. I dread it, and still look forward to the twisted dimention they show me. Sometimes a dream is a continuation of dreams I have had before, and theese I love for the happiness or the terror they shelter me with feels like i have known before, and for a moment, seeming brief or eternal I live somwhere else, a few hours a day, at a time.

The terror seldomly goes past the few moments after I wake and recover my serenity and the dream fades into my memory, but there are other times when it stays with me in my wake, with their screams still hurting in my ears, and their touch marked as bruises on my body, tiny cuts or little reminders that I may not be fully awake. Sometimes it crosses my mind I am never fully awake, for they will appear in the corner of my eye, sittiln, walking talking until i take the time to look and see nothing, it could be my imagination, optical illusion or anything my mind chooses to make up at the time to prove my fears are unfounded.

The creatures that come to me in my dreams, that is another story, they talk to me, and visit me quite often, sometimes before I fall asleep, I know they are there, wispering in my ear, sometimes preventing me from falling asleep, keeping me up alert for hours until my body can take it no longer, or until I play music at a volume where they become inaudible. Others, I know, are waiting for me to fall in trance, so they can watch me dream, talk and walk ... and stare profoundly into my eyes, devouring my will and turning my dreams into nightmares...into terror... into bliss.


There are a few i have gotten to identify repeatedly, stalking from the shadow, although i don't really know their names i feel its best not to pronounce them at all. the dog, the shadows, the witch, the elements, two invisible ones that play witness, and a very dark one. Darker than all the shadows of this world overlapping, surroinded by fire, and marking his territory with scabs and sygils. they have all been there since I dream, and will be ther until i dont dream anymore

I normally put the dreams i can recall into writing, and maby I'll publish them out someday. I will try to vent about everything here, maybe it helps.