I didn't really want to make any of my stuff public but Dr. S. seems to think it'll do me some good. He calls it "art therapy" of course- probably just means a way he can take credit even when he's not around if I'm resting better.
Been having really, really bad nightmares for a couple years now. It got so bad I couldn't really sleep, not for more than a couple of hours at a stretch. Dropped out of school, lost a few friends, you've heard it a million times with drugs or depression.
In therapy now, doing this page as part of it. Long as I keep sleeping, right?
Current Residence: San Diego Favourite genre of music: Minimalist Favourite style of art: Charcoal, Computer MP3 player of choice: My beat up old iPod
So I had a real winner of a dream last night/this morning.
I'm small, very small- no older than five, probably closer to three. I'm at my uncle's place in upstate New York, in the woods, and it's burning down. It didn't ACTUALLY burn down until I was about fourteen, but what the hell, it's a dream.
The firelight is casting these impossible shadows, thick and black, and even though they're coming from me, they move and writhe and snake out toward me. Eyes open up in the darkness of the shadows, and mouths. Not in any kind of normal places... you know, if mouths and eyes have 'normal places' to appear in animate shadows... but all over. Somet
Some folks keep a dream journal- little notebook they keep by their heads at night to record all the shit that goes through their minds when they don't have any control over it. A way of getting some control back, I guess.
Because when you're asleep you don't have much control over what happens, do you? Might not wake up even if something fell on you. Or if someone snuck into your apartment. It's why people keep dogs. That and the cute thing.
Me, I just have a cat. She's cute too, but does a pretty shit job as a watchcat. And dream journals aren't really my speed. So here's the deal.
I have a dream, I draw it. Dr. S. says I draw it, I gott