The early concept pictured above was from a series of nightmares about pretty much hell on earth. There was fire raining down from the skies. This is what I imagine a zoomed out view to be.
This has been Day 25
Another one of my most terrifying of nightmares involved my younger sister, my mother, and myself. We struggled to escape a large structure designed by something ancient and evil. The Dark Maiden, was a haunting figure from those recurring dreams. She was not evil like that place, but rather a soul trapped inside a place she didn’t want to be. That place was the basis for my Nightmare World.
This has been Day 22 of
One of the most terrifying events that could happen during a nightmare is losing one of your senses. This nightmare at hand was brought about by just that.
I once had a series of nightmares that lasted about 2 weeks. In the beginning I had lost most of my sight and had to rely on my other sense to get around. This design was fully inspired by their memory.
This has been Day 20 of
These two completely different warped views have an even more otherworldly story. They came from a very deep part of my mind, a terrifying place where this nightmare once lived. It was one of those hellish nightmares where the place you are trapped in seems endless and things repeat themselves infinitely. You fear never awakening. I’m grateful I no longer have this recurring nightmare. Though I’m also filled with gratitude for the countless art it has brought about.
This has been Day 9 of
Recurring dreams or nightmares are a phenomena that hasn’t plagued this daydreamer in quite some time.
Recently, the norm shifted. I’ve been having a string of nightmares that would make some psychiatrist’s mouth water.
They take place in some dolled-up version of what used to be the dining room in my old home. I’m sitting at a dinner table with (for lack of better terms) —a bunch of dead people.
Some of the people sitting there are relatives; some friends. All of them are people that have passed on. Yet there I am, sitting amongst them, trying to start a conversation.
At first, no one sees me. No one hears me. Then a few make kind, but robotic remarks. As I sit there, trying to make sense of it, everyone’s faces and bodies start to deteriorate. Their flesh starts to decay. Everything sort of falls off, bits and pieces of them falling onto the table, into the food.
I back away from the table slowly, stumbling in shock and terror and run away screaming. As I bolt through the doorway, I enter a hall that wasn’t there before. The walls and area surrounding are dirty, dank, dreary, rusty and dripping. In the corner is a thinly set man, curled up. I gently tap him to see what’s wrong and he jumps up revealing scars and tattered clothes. He appears tortured and beaten. He is frightened beyond consolation. He screams, and I wake up.
I don’t know what it all means.
Perhaps death is weighing heavy on my mind due to loss and my own physical health decline.
Whatever it all means, I drew the man I see there last night.
Maybe if I get it all out they can rest. Maybe my mind can rest. I’d like to dig a grave for all of this inner stress. I want to sing it a requiem and be done with it. Though nightmares often aid in my work, this particular set causes me upset in my waking life.
Hopefully my pouring of emotions into the paper can aid my restless psyche. Even if it’s only a teensy bit I’ll be satisfied. Anything’s better than being haunted.
Have you ever had a nightmare you were worried you wouldn’t awaken from? This piece of the series was taken from an old nightmare that has often been a conversation amongst friends. You know the ones I speak of. The nightmares you wake up in a cold sweat from; panting and terrified out of your mind.
The labyrinth is an old place that still comes up in my nightmares every once in a while. It’s a dank, drippy, cellar/industrial building-looking kind of place. In one of the nightmares, I met a woman my age who was trapped there too. She was crying and I helped her escape, and then I was severely injured by the entities that dwelled there. I never made it out. I only woke up screaming at the moment in the dream where I was almost killed.
I later turned it into a short story, and now, this artwork.
Have you ever had a “lucid dream” ?
This has been Day 10 of
The beautiful mosaic featured below contains the artistic manifestation of one of my oldest nightmares. I’ve spoken about it before over at Stories That Must Not Die.
Have you ever had a recurring nightmare?
This has been Day 6 of