#dream people

[yourlovelyspace]

Actually, you appear in them 💝

[sabbracadabras]

Mutilate your body, but don't touch your name

[0sleepforme]

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We Are One: A little sneak, Peeks!

what I'm working for the next episode!

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Here's a little something that I've been working on for a while, and decided to turn it into a comic. I hope it's okay 👍

Title: Hope

It's the very first thing that I started before the " We Are One " series.

It started out as just some cringe first fanfiction.

Then soon, I got too deep into it, and now here it is, as I am now, just Re-writing and now turning it into a comic.

Going down the rabbit hole.

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[polarisdelphi]

Continuing to post very old un-posted art

Very personal, ✨might delete later✨ art time hahaha but I really like how this one turned out.

Obviously based on Depeche Mode's Stripped, I live and die for this song. Weirdly, nothing really sexual going on and they look like marble statues. Unintentional, but I enjoyed the result

Won't get into too much detail, 'cause well, personal, but I had a dream with this song.

And the guy on the drawing? Very well, I have been dreaming about him ever since my early teens (born in 94 for context). Never met him in real life, but whenever he appears in dreams, I always remember. Can't quite remember aspects of his face, so I made them up, but his hair is always black and his eyes are always blue.

Also, what differs him from all the people in my dreams is that I know his eyes. It's the only thing I remember for sure when I wake up and there's always a moment I look into his eyes and they're crystal clear.

If I saw them in waking life I'd go Leo DiCaprio drinking beer and pointing at them meme "yep that's him right there"

So yeah. I had to get this out of my system in drawing format and try to keep the vibes and feelings I get with Stripped. That's it. Hope you guys like it and I might delete when I get self-conscious about it 🫠

ALSOOOOO ANATOMY ISN'T PERFECT I KNOW I GOT SOME THINGS PRETTY WRONG I AM STILL A PADAWAN T-T

[garyholt]

people I dreamt about. shitty industrial metal vocalist and a demon thrasher

[chucklingpecan]

Clad in fine raincoats and crystal hair pieces Lavishing me with their fanciful flesh

[khioverse]

Y'all ever have someone who you've never met, but they show up in your dreams constantly? I have one of those. I used to call him Elijah, but I feel like it doesn't really fit him anymore. Anyway, I've been seeing him in my dreams for years at this point. His appearance changes, but I always know it's him. I don't know why I always see him or if there's some weird meaning to him being there, but he's always really funny and I enjoy being around him.

[steaktrap]

i had a dream that one of my friends had a monkeys paw.

i spilt something on my clothes and was a little pissed off about it and he wishes that my clothes would never get ruined. i know what monkeys paws are so i tell him to cut the shit and don't do that but he already did.

the curse i got for having clean clothes was being deaf.

[violent138]

League members discussing meeting Robin at work:

"Compared to Bats, Robin was a total sweetheart. Ball of sunshine."

"Man, must've been a good day then, the kid I met was a real anklebiter. He pulled out a sword and everything."

"Anklebiter is harsh, the sweet boy I met barely said a word, he just kept asking about Themyscira and the lasso."

"He? I met a blonde girl."

"No, no, black haired boy with blue eyes. We're talking about Robin."

"Yeah same here, blue eyed and tanned."

"Pretty sure he had green eyes. And talked fancy. And kind of scolded me for time travelling."

"The child I met was paler than the moon."

"I'm telling you I met a girl, and she was Robin."

"Well... either we're all wrong or we're all right."

So they arrive at the conclusion that Bats has a shape-shifter for a kid.

[sabbracadabras]

Two guys that live together, I guess

[eric-the-disposable-demon]

Uh-

just found out my cousin (who lives in England) is in the art department of a bunch of shows??? And she worked oN DOCTOR WHO? AND HAD LUNCH WITH DAVID TENNANT???? and she just told me so casually because she's interested in the art, not the show? I mean, excuse me? She worked on SHERLOCK???? FOR A WHOLE SEASON?? She worked on Peaky Blinders and Lord of the Rings and Game of Thrones??? And probably other things because she has a shitty memory and according to her everything is a blur?? AND AT ONE POINT SHE WAS LIKE: "oh and have you ever heard of Neil Gaiman?" And I was trying not to scream, because yes, of course I've heard of Neil, he's only my favorite author, I've only read like all of his books multiple times, and if you say you worked on Good Omens or the Sandman I'm going to lose it completely. So I said "yeah I've read a couple of his books," -you know, like a liar- "what about him?" and she goes "well I worked on one of his shows and he's brilliant i just can't remember which one" and i go "w-what do you mean he's brilliant? You're.. you're talking about his writing... his writing is brilliant, right?" And she cheerfully says "oh no I don't read books, I ment he was really nice and brilliant when I talked to him" and i go "WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT WHAT DID YOU TALK ABOUT" and she thinks for a moment and goes "oh! BRICKS" WHAT IN THE WORLD YES NO THAT MAKES SENSE YOU GET TO WORK AND TALK WITH NEIL FUCKING GAIMAN AND YOU TALK ABOUT BRICKS? NO THAT'S TOTALLY NORMAL I'M NOT MAD ".... it was what I was designing at the time, I needed to know what vibe the bricks should have. Anyway want to see the spinning fireplace I made for doctor who" WHAT THE FUCK.

@neil-gaiman do you remember any brick conversations by any chance

[mongayakai]

A friend. He doesn't exist here, but he did there. I loved him, I think. Dirty blond hair and pillow soft skin. Youthful plump cheeks and dainty hands. He was only slightly shorter than me. I think his eyes were hazel.

We were in his room watching something on a chunky outdated tv. There was no door, and the shaggy brown carpet ran all the way through the house. From his bedroom doorframe, you could see straight down the hall, with every dirty white door that leads everywhere from a bathroom to a parent's room to a siblings room to a closet, into the living room where you could faintly see the kitchen entrance and the front door around the corner. Cigarette smoke seemed to emanate from the living room down the hall.

We sat on his bed, perpendicular to and facing the door and the TV facing us at a diagonal in line with both a corner of the room by the door and the foot corner of the bed. I think the bedframe had wooden posts at the corners, but it didn't have curtains or anything, so it sort of looked like an empty skeleton of itself. His sheets were thin, and his blanket was a thick yet cold seeming duvet. It was mostly white with navy blue accents.

I can't remember what we were watching. I was too focused on how he was sitting right next to me, how his hair looked golden in the light, and how his skin looked so squishy on his thin frame. We sat so close, mere centimeters away, yet I felt hyperaware of the distance no matter how small. The closer he was to me, the more I noticed how touch starved I felt.

Our fingers barely brushed against eachother for a second. We could see his mother walk past the end of the hall from the living room and into the kitchen, her cigarette smoke following. He pulled his hand away, and with it, the rest of himself, scooting further from me on the bed to where the distance was noticable by anyone rather than just me. My hand subconsciously began to reach for him as he moved way, before immediately retreating back to my side when I look back at the TV to distract my brain from what felt like a heartbreak I couldn't quite find the cause for.

A minute passes, and then I feel him shifting again on the bed. He scoots back over to my side, this time closing the gap as he leans against me. He leans his head on my shoulder and we sheepishly interlock our fingers on eachothers laps. I can feel his bare arm press against mine. I can feel his hair against my cheek. I can feel his hands as he meekly snakes his fingers between mine. His skin is soft. His hair is slightly crunchy. And his touch is gentle.

When I'm off my night meds, I tend to be able to feel my dreams. Usually, those dreams involve me suffocating or someone yelling into my ear while we're in a room with loud acoustics. It's almost never this nice.

I think I miss him.

[dreams-in-blk]

[zenmom]

GOD DAMMIT! I JUST HAD A FANTASTIC DREAM WHERE IM AT DISNEY WORLD AND AT THE END I MET 4 GIRLS AND THEYRE ALL NICE! Argh! Why do I lose the nice part? Why can I have the nice part?

This is what I can remember from my dream. Disappeared so fast like that, I only remember snippets of them

[thoodleoo]

had a dream the other day that america decided to bring back the poena cullei (death penalty where you sew someone up in a sack with a bunch of animals and then throw the sack into a river) but only for us senators and so every senate meeting just devolved into people shouting "THE SACK! THE SACK!" whenever ted cruz talked

[0ut0fr34lity]

Dreams, Am I Right?

You ever have a dream where you can remember the people's names? Well this guy's name was "The Wolf Man" he supposedly lived in the woods and looked so ratty some people mistook him for a wolf. He really wasn't like that. He was all for peace love and happiness and caring for nature. He was the kind of guy to play a song on his guitar at a campfire and just pretend to have bad vocals. There were other people, another memorable one was Oscar. Oscar believed he was from the future, he wore goggles and tiger patterns and never wore shoes, only socks. He was a strange kid, but everyone thought of him as a celebrity because he was genuinely able to predict the future.

Dreams are weird. But these people I met were interesting to say the least, might draw them. 🤔