Xavier Ortiz

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Xavier Ortiz
Deep-sea angler fish mermaid poster from the Italian film: Il prato macchiato di rosso (1973)
The Asylum of Terror Vol. 2 is out now! It includes my first new story in years, "Imaginary Friends."
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His eyes follow you
I'm still working on "fixing" my dreams. I used to have wild, inspiring dreams, often nightmares, which I used in my stories. For the past decade or so, I've been experiencing the same dream scenario over & over--not the exact same script, just the same circumstances.
Since I first made a video about it, I've been trying to expose myself to new media/ideas in the hours before I wind down. The hope is that the stimuli will affect dream content and, to an extent, it has. Where before I was contained inside a single location, I've now made it "down the street."
There are some shops with shifting, indistinct themes, then an apartment which looks like one I lived in 25 years ago. The substance of the dream is still boring, anxious crap like trying to pack luggage or find some household item. There are no monsters, just annoying people in my way.
From reading and meditating to movies and games, I've been trying different things to make something happen. I know one of the ingredients for a good nightmare is oversleeping, but that's not an option like it was when I was younger.
The dream's environment continues to expand, but it's always the same area, the same vibe. A nondescript street and its buildings, especially the hotel. When I was younger I had those recurring dreams about a school locker that wouldn't open, or a class schedule I couldn't decipher. And I used to dream about being late for work, of course. Now it seems the anxiety is expressed in this hotel scenario, when I am trying to check in or out on time, or the hotel's hosting a con and I don't know where to go. Would it be fair to say that, in some way, this reflects elements from my waking life? Certainly. But I can't think of a single reason why the monsters are gone. I thought they were part of me too.
The Asylum of Terror Vol. 2 is out now! It includes my first new story in years, "Imaginary Friends."
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Macabre sculpture by Emil Melmoth.
Zdzisław Beksiński
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First we lost the E and N. Th words lik A d I w t. ft r O w s U d Y. Th w rld b c m s s l t.
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Frans Hals, The Lute Player
These musicians were often used as spies. Now I'm rethinking the smirk.
"The Lute Player" is also a Russian fairy tale according to the web, in which a queen disguises herself as a male musician in a plot to free her captured king.
Art by anthroponeural