the tendrils

definitely one of the worst dreams i've had in awhile...

hypnopompia

a less violent rendition of what it's like to suffer from a sleep disorder.

i had just listened to this episode of radiolab, where a woman talked about coping with chronic pain by imagining she was a saint and the pain was somehow a good thing. so i tried to depict what it would look like if you took the same approach with night terrors and hypnopompic hallucinations. if you were really religious about it, wouldn't it be kind of romantic? i mean, hell, you'd be a prophet!

cities of the future

water trees

that dude'll eat your face

brendan vs the nightmare

across the room

that leg's gonna be a problem...

i guess these are the sorts of dreams you can expect when your life is dedicated to studying hospitals. ...latent obsessions with zombies probably don't help either.

woods

the hall

this was a dream in which the house i lived in got progressively bigger and bigger and more and more people kept showing up for a party i didn't know i was having. it wasn't pleasant. ...i think i may be having scott walker's dreams...

the kiss

the pond

i suspect my deepest thoughts may be becoming a tad bit murky.

you better run

sky boat

..haven't played myst in years and my brain doesn't care.

sidewalk papers

i dreamt that i was sitting on the sidewalk, grading papers, while protesters marched all around me. *sigh*

meta water

underground water is not uncommon in my dreams. but glass boxes full of water (and a weird machine) sitting on top of a dock over underground water? that's a little excessive.

killer scissors 2: snippers back in action

my subconscious evidently really digs the idea of stabbing folks with scissors. freud would have a goddamn heyday with that. it doesn't make much sense. the weaponry i have on hand includes knives, utility blades, a steel baton, a HATCHET.... what's with scissors?

 ...here's the original killer scissors.

thing on the stairs

i dreamt i found a little piece of ivory and a purple rock in some weird warehouse and then i stacked them in the middle of the stairway. i used to know the term for the thing they're on... but you know what? it got pushed out by other crap. go brain!

reach

the eternal, winding room of boxes

it didn't seem all that menacing at the time, but upon reflection i'm fairly sure this is an anxiety image of all the information i'm supposed to gather and then later be capable of retrieving. perhaps i was doing a little inventory assessment.