Watercolor & Pastel by Moi
I've had this recurring dream since I was 10 years old. Its vivid. Its terrifying. Its been analyzed by everyone. This is the Ginormous-Nightmare-Alien-Monster-Shadow-Rubber band-Man I see there. Always the same. Never changing or moving. To make it worse, there are only whispers. I can only imagine he is creeping in the doorway as if he's waiting to scoop out my brain with a tiny barbie sized ice cream scoop and snarf it down like a hot fudge sundae, Hannibal style. Ya know, scoop it out, slap a piece on the platter and fry it up while looking at me and having a conversation. That kind.