I had that kind of night when you can sleep 12 hours and still cannot rest. Because of all these dreams. Lots of dreams. I woke up several times in the night and every time remembered what I just saw in my dreams. And it seems like the one dream continued through the night. It changed and had different storylines (if you can call these messy things in your dreams “the lines”), but the main plot was about the same things. It was weird dream, spooky and nightmarish, and even the bright moments had this sad atmosphere.
But yet, there was one scene that I really liked and in the morning remembered very clearly. I was in some room where there were tiny round creatures, who said that they lived in underwater. But somebody had catched them and put in this house. They were light yellow and had big eyes and they seemed very sad, maybe because they were so far from home. They said that they eat wood what they can find in underwater, usually the remains of a shipwreck or wood that had drifted there from the coast. And then I remember taking them outside, they were so little that I could put plenty of them in my pocket. In the garden there were some old wooden houses and many trees. And if they saw all this wood, their big eyes went wider and bigger and they were so surprised. They had never seen so much wood in their life.
And if I woke up, I didn’t want to forget this dream and these little creatures, so I drew this scene. 🙂 I have seen weirder stuff in my dreams before, but still this dream touched me in a certain way. Maybe because this sadness what these little creatures felt or maybe because this moment when they saw all these houses and trees and felt something like hope or brief happiness.
How about you? Do you often see dreams? And do you still remember some of your dreams because there were something so extraordinary or weird? 🙂