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Weird dream I can vaguely remember

A video game

The dentist office

Mean big lady (who was a rabbit?)

Pink princess house

Comfy cabin

Teeth

This ligit only makes sense to me and then again like barley I just wanna remember the nostalgia and happiness I feelt “playing the video game

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Ok I had to draw this before I forget. Last night in my dreams a pack of these creatures approached a window I was standing by. They were very pretty, with iridescent blue-green feathers and shiny black eyes with long eyelashes. They were eating from the bird feeder. Then suddenly something startled them and they became angry. They opened their mouths to reveal sharp, pointed teeth. They reared up on their hind legs and flailed their hooves, striking against the window. Bang. Bang. Bang. They seemed much larger now. They shrieked, they sounded like a bunch of crows, under water. And then they left, tearing up the yard with their talons as they ran, their hooves thundering into the distance. The long, bright feathers on their tails bounced from side to side. Dreams are weird, but this was such a unique creature I just had to draw it before I forgot. . . . . #dream #dreams #lastnightidreamed #creature #creaturedrawing #inksketch #sketch #sketchbook #artistsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/B5txYx4gEuH/?igshid=1qvn6hfjnjrb2

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Last night I dreamed...

Last night I dreamed…

Last night I dreamed Sparky and I were a little older and at a party. We were walking around some person’s house chatting about nothing in particular with folks that I don’t know who they were. It felt so strange to me. All the frumpy dressed women and men who didn’t seem much interested in anything but the buffet table. As I wandered around I felt more and more left out and was totally okay with…

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Dreams are freaky sometimes...

Some southern white lady came to our back garden door saying my insurance would be cut off unless I was diagnosed officially or something. I agreed to go, my mother along to confirm this official process wasn't sketchy or too difficult. (Don't ask me why, lol.)

The receptionist clerk had these brilliant green eyes, and great hair in a mini-fro. She began asking the standard questions in the middle of the waiting room, and then without moving to a new location, began explaining how an official diagnosis was needed due to recent episodes. I'm thinking- what episodes? Great start to a trippy nightmare where still thinking I'm wholly sane, I begin to act less and less so, while not being able to speak my side. As all the while the receptionist and eventually even my mother become convinced I am crazy, and need treatment desperately.

yeah… What was the one I got after sleeping-in instead of working on my book for an hour- the one where I could almost tell my protagonist was mad at me, or rather I was certainly mad at myself? This one above was just a bit loopy compared to that one. That was a nightmare. That had me waking up depressed,

Ah. I remember. The apartment was a mess. It wasn't even this apartment- it was a dream's interpretation of the same apartment. Laundry and trash piled up everywhere, dishes in horrible array- oh yeah. And I never wrote my book. I was lonely and alone in a dirty apartment never having written my book. That was bad.

Worse than being considered insane by my own mother.