Every night I go to be with the hopes of having dreams that are only weird enough for Freddy Krueger; the king of the dream world. I’m a fairly unadventurous person, so living vicariously through my subconscious seems to be where I find my thrills. Oddly enough, I rarely remember my dreams, which is why it’s so important for me to write them down as soon as I wake up. Looking back on my dream diary compelled me to illustrate my favourite little bits from some entries, to revive them. I’m starting to think that I need to eat a block of smelly cheese before I go to sleep, in order to reel in some real wacky nightmares.
“In my dream last night I told someone that they had a really nice middle part and that a toy truck could probably drive through it”
“I was throwing giant work out balls for kittens to play with”
“…man in leather vest was trying to teleport… lots of Jack Russell Terriers”
“Next scene is in a motel, no one knows the time but there are broken clocks (giant) hanging on each door with an extension cord attached”