I get slow-chased around a house by a figure which turns into a brass pin eyeball.

This character has shown up in several dreams. I drew the setting of the last dream and did some active imagination with him.

A dream flyby of an armillary in space, surrounded by pink glitter.

Three birds show up to guide me.

A blissed-out barista hands me money I didn’t ask for. A more grounded barista tends the register.

I make an unhelpful 911 call and try to defend myself from wild animals.

On my way to the train, a woman in black lace blesses me with salt.

A cartoon snake shows up to help me serve drinks.

I meet an underwater guide who wants to introduce me to my real self.

This image was not the imagery of the dream, but felt right to paint when I woke up.

I look into a grave site and see rows of skeletons underground.

While visiting the mall, my mother and I mathematically determine where the Bardo is on a timeline.

A single dream image of my eyeball in an aquarium with fish swimming in it.

A formative dream I had when I was seven, likely the year 1983. Drawing created in 2012.