My friend and I approach a dress which transports us to the past, but we cannot stay conscious.

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

A peaceful moving walkway lined with trees with lights in them.

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.

The first dream I drew and worked with. An underground engineering crew is not happy to be discovered.

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