She told me that death is not one person, it’s many conductors

They’re special sheep that can be submerged in salty ocean water and only have the very outer layer of their wool get wet or something, I just remember that they were “waterproof” from my dream

I have had a recurring dream for 6 years now of a hidden tribe in a jungle. They share the valley they inhabit with a creature that can take their souls and allow them to be reborn in whatever next body they want and they retain all their previous memories. This tribe has lived for thousands of years, protecting this creature from outsiders. Some of them will be reborn as animals too (and retain all human memories) to preserve the valley in other ways

He had a monobrow and a female body and was dressed as a Playboy bunny while holding the upcoming Tool album

I had this dream where I was riding around on a shark and “mining” the babies from the rocks. It was in World of Warcraft graphics, and I was mining like in the game. The babies were just growing out of the rocks. They ranged from normal sized babies to some very huge ones floating on stones everywhere. I went down into the water as well and mined some of the babies down there too. It was a very confusing experience

That’s the interesting thing about my dreams lately – I’m in full astronaut gear, even in situations where it would be bizarre to find someone wearing it

In my dream, these three little kittens come outta nowhere to my living room and start just doing kitten stuff. Kittens are always in my dreams, but they usually look normal. This time one looked like this. I call him Darth Kittyus. The second one was kinda crystalline, and I don’t remember the third one, but it was weird too. Then this big army of people started trying to bust down my door. I think that was about it

Although I definitely hear things during dreams, the thing I always remember about them the most is the feeling. The intense emotions and feelings kind of overpower anything audible, like hearing isn’t even necessary. But with this drawing specifically, I don’t recall any noises. It was a powerful and looming silence, an intense dread permeated the atmosphere

I had a dream and then decided to paint it. It’s lots of pigs screaming and wanting to escape a tower in which they’re kept

These dreams started to reoccur a week after the death of my brother. This drawing is based on the part of an idea where a tribal elder was telling his tribe about a prophecy he had of a green, pale-skinned man coming across the seas full of self-importance and malice. He would devour all of the life of the forest peoples and then vomit it back up mixing his culture of evil into their culture, changing it forever

Before anyone says anything, I haven’t watched the Babadook recently. I know it looks like him. This was a particularly terrifying nightmare that I woke up from in a cold sweat. In my dream, I was laying in my bed trying to sleep, and when I opened my eyes The Dagman (somehow I just knew that was his name) was standing in my doorway staring right into my soul. Needless to say, I freaked out and somehow managed to escape my room but no matter where I went he would always be creeping on me in the doorways

She just stands out of the way watching and breathing heavily. She’s appeared dozens of times. I drew her because she was so compelling

It actually started quite sadly. I dreamt that my boyfriend died – I was standing at a beach, crying my eyes out, and suddenly the sky kind of opened and revealed this scenery. It was the most breathtaking picture I’ve ever seen, and the only fitting words to describe it with are either Eden, paradise or heaven. It was crazy how real it felt. By looking at this, I knew he was safe and in peace. I woke up and started crying immediately after opening my eyes and had to make a quick sketch. It was the most powerful and vivid dream I’ve had so far

He was standing strutting his stuff wearing cowboy boots outside of my bedroom window. So I just had to paint him. I was a bit annoyed that he was wearing my favorite cowboy boots. I love my dreams

I’m a high school student in AP Studio Art. I’m also an extremely active, and often lucid dreamer. For my concentration (theme) I’ve chosen to illustrate my dreams. My first one definitely wasn’t my best. It’s me hiding while some kind of entity is coming through the door. The second dream is recurring for me. I often dream of huge waves and flooding water and being caught in it. Not in a scary way, in a relaxing way. And the third one – I had that dream after falling asleep watching Cosmos, actually. It was so mesmerizing watching all the colorful explosions in the sky

I saw this guy in a dream. Apparently, he was a regular in this comic/coffee shop I was hanging out at, and everybody knew him. He didn’t say anything, just left a trail of slime. He seemed alright though

I feel lost but not in a bad way. Just enjoying the adventure

It was a familiar face, but I knew it was only a disguise hiding whatever it really was. It felt evil. Like it wanted something from me and was trying to trick me. I wasn’t scared of it, but aware of its deceptive nature

I don’t remember the whole dream I had, but it played out like that pretty common horror movie scene where the family calls in a medium to check out the weird activity in the house, and the medium is walking around like “hmm, yes, I sense a dark energy here, particularly in this room.” The dream was basically that, but the “camera” was looking down a hallway, 1st person perspective, and something pushed past the people standing in the hall, and the “camera” cut to face the people, and this creepy figure, about the size of a 10-year-old child, was standing in the shadows

In this dream, I felt like I was witnessing some strange ritual that I wasn’t supposed to be seeing. I wasn’t afraid, but just kind of repulsed by what I was looking at, and then I woke myself up soon after it all began because I was like “I gotta get out of here.” It seemed that I came across the whole situation accidentally

I am absolutely terrified of him, both times I woke up in cold sweat. He isn’t actually threatening though, he is just inconsolable (and slightly abrupt when he speaks). It also felt threatening that he kept giving me his footfoot instead of his handfoot when I was trying to comfort him (he sits behind me while crying), but he doesn’t actually do anything that motivates that. I was also sure he was going to hunt me and hurt me in the first dream, and I ran from him, but he did say that he wasn’t going after me, and I never saw him running

This is an image I drew based on a dream I had a few weeks ago where I was getting a live bat tattooed onto my arm. I don’t know what the dream means, but I haven’t been able to forget this particular moment where the bat was screaming as it was buried under my skin.

I find my depiction to be the case when I’m lucid in dreams. I’m not sure if I can recall ever noticing my hands otherwise, in normal dream states

Some days ago I dreamt of an awful gloomy eye surrounded by veins, kinds of intestines and fragments of flesh, staring at me and talking to me with a loud voice, but I don’t remember what he said, the only thing I can remember is this: “DYINGS CALL ME ARNN.” It was quite disgusting, and when I woke up, I still had the memory of this dream in my head, and I decided to draw it