I have alignment anxiety. The left side of my body is slightly bigger than my right side. Everything, my eye, my arm, my breast, my leg are all a tiny bit bigger on the left side.
In this dream, my left leg has grown so much bigger than my right. I thought of my yoga teacher Marianne, the posture expert Esther Gokhale, my martial arts teacher Brent. They say to me, “You need to work on your balance.” I thought, “Death be upon me! My left leg has grown so much bigger than my right! How am I ever to be ALIGNED!?”
School of Terror Cards and Print are available for downloading now! I’m not able to post onto Society6 due to Amazon’s EC2 failure. It feels strange that such thing would affect me, but that just shows how much connected we are to technology and each other nowadays.
This was a short dream. I mean, it was one of those dreams that you know all the context and mood after only a couple of scenes and then you move on to a completely different dream after.
In this dream, I was in a school where terror rules. If you violate a rule, a part of you would become pig-like. When you turn into a pig completely, you will be slaughtered and served as a warning to other students.
At the time when I dreamed this dream, I was mentally exploring what are the effective ways of teaching and learning. Besides drawing, I also take classes in improv theater, martial arts, yoga and in a way my work environment is like a classroom as well where I learn things every time I go. I’m addicted to learning, but sometimes I do get tired of people telling me what to do. I also have low confidence issue so I never like telling people what to do or teach. Arguing makes me sad and tired; unless the situation concerns my personal integrity I rather let others have their way and I come back to my own drawings, where nobody ever tells me what to do.
But, there are rules in every game, right? You can’t even play without learning the rules. Break out of the school or get turned into pigs? You have to answer that for yourself.
In this dream, I was in an old haunted house. I knew it was haunted, I was scared, cold and sweaty. There was this eerie darkness looming in the atmosphere.
But I was supposed to be having fun. There were friends and we were running up and down the house, some kind of group weekend trip. I got the room on the 2nd floor, where there was a window from which you can see trees on the street. Someone’s coming, I knew it, I’m going to see her face appearing at the window in just a second.
I wanted to shout but I couldn’t hear my own voice.
I ran to the room next to mine, tried to warn others that this house is “not clean.” One of my female friends was lying down on the wooden floor to sleep. I wanted to stop her and wake her up.
She said, don’t worry, I can sleep in a haunted house alone. And she closed her eyes peacefully.
Wahoo, I worked on the new image “I Can Still Sleep” this past weekend. Really thrilled and spooked by this project. Here is a sneak peek. I usually do an idea in the sketch book, then sketch with pencil on paper, then refine the pencil sketch, then ink it with ink pen. Afterwards the image gets scanned into the computer and lots of magic happens there also :D
I’m very excited to announce that the Trip to Mexico Tee is available for whoever that would love to wear it, except for babies. I didn’t create a baby tee because it would just be so freaking weird for a baby to wear a shirt that has a fat man throwing up spiders.
It is printed by Spreadshirt on American Apparel Tees for Men and Women. Get it, you’ll like it.