Mine was a shave in the mirror in a dream. The familiarity started to catch on and me and my reflection and I had a moment in which I realized I was dreaming. The mirror did something. My vision expanded. The bathroom became solid and detailed. I was feeling grit on the floor. Checking the drawers. I tried to calm myself and control my surroundings. Nothing happened. Then I started rubbing the veins on my arms. It was skin, just like reality. I woke myself up briefly to make sure I could tell the difference between the awake and asleep. I was happy because the grogginess gave me a clear distinction. I’m not sure why It scared me or how I would of gotten stuck if I was in my bed then I should know. Somehow I felt I knew what happens when you die. I was afraid of dimensions or something

I like this one. I love fantasy. I imagine it’s real somewhere out there.

It’s cool. Something likely exists like this somewhere. I mean, odds are. Very exoplanet.

I felt the need to ask what the arrangement in your comment means.? I suppose it relates to the end of days. I’m a little bit of a geezer. Not yet, but I’m on the verge.

Great band. I always wanted them to bring out another big album. I would buy it. You would buy it. A lot of people would definitely buy it.

It is all about vibes.

Gotcha. Thank you.

Thank you very much. I appreciate it. It’s helpful to me. Gives me confidence.

This group is great. I love it, actually. I truly appreciate your kind words.

Thank you! I really do appreciate your kind words. It’s confidence boosting for sure.

This sounds crazy. I’m pretty sure we just immediately end up in another reality. Unaware of the previous. The growth remains, and the other side of the coin remains. Science is doing a lot of research regarding. Even the mainstream agrees that many dimensions exist. Some don’t, but not many. I had a dream. Mirror. Turned into flesh and blood one morning. Mirrors. More than meets the eyes. I’ll share those illustrations sometime. There’s a method. But, yeah, I’ll post more then! Thank you! OK, I sounded like a nut. I apologize. I hope what I said isn’t against the rules of so. I’ll delete it and never speak of such things again.

I posted the original. It had been so long I’d forgotten it wasn’t the original. It was my first painting. I usually don’t black and white anything. I appreciate your kind words. Thank you for the welcome. This group was a really good find.

Me too! I want her to write a story. Write a book as well. To me, art and writing are mental freedom. She’s allowing me to teach her cursive writing, and I’m happy about that. I appreciate your kind words. Thank you.

Thanks! It was a learning experience. It was a good feeling. I didn’t have a clue, really. The squirt bottle with white paint was what finally worked. I appreciate it.

Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it.

Oh, and there’s a wing in the background. It’s supposed to be ominous I guess.

Wow, how did you do it?