Replication of a scene from a dream, the Specifics of which were lost to time. All that can be remembered is that it involved ants eating my hand.

Replication of a scene from a dream, the Specifics of which were lost to time. The creature depicted had been something of a "pet" among the local homeless.

Illustration recieved and created during a Trance state.

Replication of imagery/sensation recieved during an invocation of The SHEPHERDESS. One of the few to return from the tryst.

Reconstruction of a narrative taken from a particularly poignant dream.

Celebratory rendition of a terrifying encounter and triumphant exorcism of an incomprehensible and malignant cacodaemonic apparition.

The remaining elementals and detoxification remnants from a visceral purge of astral nasties, and the resulting scene.

Enigmatic Ensign encountered in an astral territory, whether he is benign or malevolent has yet to be divined.

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Snapshot from a vivid dream where the sky had opened wide, revealing ineffable shapes and kaleidoscopic visuals.

A comic recieved in a Trance State. There are words, but they can only be read with the third ear (HYLICS NEED NOT APPLY).

A dream of "some artifacts on display at a jewish market. Among them were teabags comprised of crushed bees, nondescript teabags with disturbing illustrations, and a number of ominous fetishes and talismans decorated with saturnite cubes and inauspicious engravings."

A rendition from a dream whose details have been lost. I remember this mountain of feces and a sort of battle royale to get to the top of it, where the other people contending had started to become demonic creaturs of some kind.

A rendition from a dream whose details have been lost. I remember something about a pale cat being attacked by a wolf, and its insides were full of tiny kittens.

A replication of a visual that came to me from staring at the sun with closed eyes.

A replication of the ineffable hypnagogic terrors that used to haunt my closed eyes as a child.

A replication of the soul-wrenching fever dreams I would experience whenever I fell ill as a child. Have you dreamt the dream of Timaeus?

A dream of strange pictures manifesting in the sky, appearing above a gravestone.

A dream of some unusual emojis I had somehow unlocked.

A dream of "a salvaged submarine, decrepit and antiquated, with 'SATAN' written out on the hull. The sailors were not human, but robotic, and this was a routine operation for them. They held a strong superstition that the submarine must be routinely fished up and destroyed, and that it must never be called by its Name or by any use of language that would personify it. When these taboos were broken, a leviathan of titanic size manifested off the coast, as a writhing humanoid that shrieks incessantly. When this occured, everyone on the coastline went deaf, and some died on the spot. I recall miscellaneous imagery of a childhood friend who had been hunting for mussels, bringing them back to the dock on a metal tray, as well as a giant millipede, and a critter that looked like a saltine cracker with pod feet like a starfish. I tried to pick up the critter but all my strength felt as if it had been sapped. I awoke soon after, my eyes had already been open, and i was still seeing the after image on my bedroom blinds."

A dream of "a shark in a swimming pool that bit some gal's leg off. We cut it open to try and retrieve her leg, but we found a dimensional rift inside of it that contained a scrolling 4D treadmill zoetrope-- as it projected above the shark's flayed open body, it flashed rapidly and replayed battles from some sort of WWI seige. The soldiers were dropping gunpowder barrels and explosives on eachother, and there were rows and rows of shelves stocked with gunpowder, rations, and mason jars of marijuana. The projection also showed the aftermath of the seige, where all the casualties were dumped in the ocean, and this shark retained these karmic memories from eating the corpses from the war. We never recovered the girl's leg."

A dream where "I saw a very poignant image: I had been looking at the horizon just before daybreak and I saw very far away a fox standing on a powerline-- and it was on fire as the electricity fried it. As it burned silently it stared at me, and as my eyes locked with the fox's my vision had zoomed all the way in as if I were looking through binoculars. As I stared at it, the sky became lit as if it was midday, and in the moment I took the strange sight as a portent."

A dream of "a strange mansion, and there was a room at the top floor that connected to a mirror dimension of some kind-- when I entered my vision flipped upside-down. I soon adjusted to this altered perception and entered a chamber/thrift store that had red walls and smoke. There were these decapitated saints on display, some with immaculately preserved heads that looked beautiful, like porcelain dolls, while other heads looked charred and dessicated, and had candles melted on them."

A dream of "a ghost that was with me. She was invisible to me at first, but I could hear her voice, which was whispery and raspy. I suddenly saw her walking in the snow in front of me, and her hair looked like mine from the back, so I chased after her to see her face-- Her physigonomy was strikingly regal, like a historical portrait, and she had a sharp nose and narrow eyes. She spoke kindly to me, I think she was telling me how she died, and at some point I remember sitting at a campfire with her."

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