Hello guys how're you doing? Hope you're great :)
Well, today I've done something a little different than what I usually do, I usually try to put a little humor to the things that I post, but I think this time it's not going to be the case.
Usually I have nightmares, I would say that it is annoying if it were not because I'm already used to it in a certain way. I never dream of anything particularly "ugly", but they always feel so real, and they are also inconclusive, I've never come to know what happens at the end of my nightmares, because there is not an end (I mean, there is no "conclusion" during the dream, it just ends) or I just can't remember it.
One of those nightmares was my inspiration to make this drawing:
I think explaining this is going to be a little complicated, the thing goes like this; I had a nightmare in which I was having a nightmare ... I mean, I was dreaming about myself, in my dream I was having a dream, which happened to be a nightmare, which in turn caused my dream to become a nightmare as well (I hope to be explaining myself well).
In the dream inside my dream, I was in a kind of dystopian future, in which I was part of a machine. I could see myself as a dark figure, with a lot of lights that looked like monitors around me, but for some reason the "Me" of that dream seemed to have fun. Suddenly those lights went out and the dream was over, which made me (I mean the "me" how was having that kind of dystopian future dream) woke up.
So, once the "me" of my dreams woke up, it was a very heavy atmosphere in the room, accidentally threw the pillow to the floor, and in the moment I wanted to pick it up, it slipped out of my hands, and so again, and on my third attempt to lift the pillow, a dark hand took of the wrist and pull me to throw me to the floor. It didn't seem that, "that thing" were going to hurt me (well, I'm not sure, because I couldn't even see what that thing was) but I felt very uncomfortable (I mean, the real me) and it's like I was trying to wake up , but I couldn't.
At the moment when I could finally wake up, I really felt so, I don't know, empty? It was weird...
I must say that my nightmares tend to have similarities, the dark hands that drag me, the sensation of wanting to wake up without being able to do it, not being able to see whatever it is that is tormenting me. It's interesting if you look at it in a certain way.
And, to finish, here's a little bit of the procces of the drawing:
Well, I hope you like this attempt to tell a nightmare, I also hope that I have expressed myself correctly, this is difficult to explain, I think that I don't understand it myself.
-Love, Eddy