Link: http://www.joshuajmorgan.com/blog/index.php?blog=2&cat=73

As an aspiring animator, i'm supposed to be able to, like, draw and stuff, so i figured it'd be a good exercise to illustrate my DreamBlog entries. This'll hopefully kill several birds with one stone, cuz i'll be practicing to draw, using my WACOM tablet (which has basically just been gathering dust ever since i bought it), and adding a visual component to my DreamBlog (cuz even the most descriptive text can never truly convey dreams, which are graphically visual experiences)

Anyway, I'm calling these sketches "DreamDoodles" and I'll be filing dreams with doodles in the !DreamDoodles! category.

Often times my dreams are extensions of my waking life, picking up where i left off before i went to sleep. I stayed up late last night writing PHP script for this here blog, and i continued to program longer after i fell asleep...

Remember: this is only a dream...

I'm sitting at a computer desk in a cubicle programming PHP scripts. A coworker comes up to my cubicle and says, "Stay away from the new guy, I hear he's a bastard porcu-"

"You taking shit about ME?!" a voice interrupts. A guy walks straight up to us, turns around and starts to bend over when a volley of quills shoot out of his back.

Instinctively, i cover my face with my arm and duck my head down, but i feel stabbing pains through my right eye and through my left nostril down into mouth. I can taste wood on my tongue, and i HATE the taste of wood. I get the chills just thinking about wooden tongue depressors, spoons, popsicle-sticks, etc.

I open my left eye (i can't open my right eye cuz there's a quill stuck in my eyeball thru the eyelid) and i can see a wooden hors d'oeuvre shish kebab skewer looking thing sticking up through my left nostril (like where people get their noses pierced).

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I grab the quill and start to pull but I can feel the quill going thru the roof of my mouth and sticking into my tongue. The pain is unbearable, but i can't stand to have the taste of wood in my mouth, so i yank to quill out. I breathe a sigh of relief as the taste of blood fills my mouth (At least i can't taste the wood anymore... BLECH).

I then turn my attention to the quill in my eyeball. I yank on the quill, but it doesn't come out. Instead, my eyelid tears and my eyeball pops out, still stuck on the end of the quill. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all, so i take the eyeball-on-a-stick and put it in the mug full of pens on my desk.

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That's when i notice my coworker laying face-up on floor, covered from head to toe with quills sticking out of his body, presumably dead.

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The "new guy" is nowhere to be found. One-eyed with a mouth full of blood, i resume my programming.

Remember: this is only a dream...

I am in a tunnel. The sound of a musicbox echoes thru the tunnel. The walls are covered with white semi-translucent plastic. As far as i can see down the tunnel behind me is darkness and in front of me is white light.

I walk towards the light down a straightaway but when i reach a bend, right where the tunnel begins to curve left, is an old white-haired woman in a white robe doing endless pirouettes like a ballerina.

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I hug the wall as i try to walk around her. She alternates between unintelligible whispering and strained humming (out of tune to the musicbox) with each pirouette. Turn, whisper, turn, hum, turn, whisper, turn, hum, turn, etc. She pays no attention to me as i slink passed her, and I continue down another straightaway.

I walk for a ways before I stop and look back. The tunnel looks virtually the same in both directions except that at one end is blackness and at the other is light. I resume walking straight ahead towards the light until the tunnel curves right. Again, there is a spinning old woman, exactly the same as the woman I'd already passed.

Again i pass the woman and continue onward as the tunnel winds back and forth, alternating between straightaways and curves with an old woman doing pirouettes at each bend.

The dream continues in this cycle until i wake up.