Dream #7

Eva Hertz for Lady Haidee

Always cats

This time
Real cats made from
Old patterned fabric
And sawdust

Badly sewn together
Coming adrift at the
Seams
Cloth covered tiny fangs

And trapped kittens

Every dream sees me
Trying to keep track
Of where the defenceless
Have crawled

All this as I make a mess of a beautiful garden
Attempting to plant
Fallen boughs
Covered in white blossom

Dream #6

I'm a teaching assistant

It's a new job and I'm nervous

Trying my best not to

Lose face in front of the kids

A close friend visits me in class

She's terminally ill

And pregnant

She knows her baby won't make it either

All because of one night of

Weakness

When she let her years long

Guard down

I was sleeping next to her then

Doesn't look like herself anymore

Sickly yellowed and clammy

Weak

But still quipping in that usual way

This time I can actually feel the tears

Pouring down my face

Dream #5

Illustration by Lisa Linea

Friends I have never met are with me, camping at an old farm.

The longer we stay, the more it seems that something sinister is going on up at the old farmhouse; a grey stone, crumbling building lived in by an elderly woman in rags.
I investigate while she is sleeping upstairs, using a small brown dog to sniff out suspicious areas in the house. His senses lead him into small spaces where only he can fit. We fear the Woman is a witch of sorts, and is dismembering campers for some dark purpose.

When the dog smells blood, I do.

I head back to camp to tell the others about things, but they are nowhere to be found.
I hear clattering up at the farmhouse, as if I have unwittingly woken the Woman.
The dog has become my cat.

Urgency.

Cat & I must leave a.s.a.p.

After running for a long time,
Constantly checking she is ok,
Pulling her out of scrapes as she runs beside me,
I come to a different place.


It's very quiet.


Pine trees, blue-grey light.


Hazy, white winter forest at dusk.


Too still.


Unease.


Thick snow is falling.


Figures between the trees draw closer around me.

They are gentle and kindly; human shapes with animal heads.

Some are like deer, some woodland animals.

Tentatively walking around as deer might, serene but wary.

Suddenly, it dawns on me that these are the missing people from the farm, transformed by dark magic. Given the mentality and qualities of docile, skittish innocents, they are perfect victims for the Old Woman, as they don't put up much of a fight.
The place is a beautiful tomb.

Although the creatures don't seem to recollect their metamorphosis, enough fragments of memory seem to exist in them to make them furtive. I explain everything and set out to put things right, all the time feeling tracked and hunted.
Finding a chart on a wall somewhere, I realise I need to find a particular shaped hole in some ice in order to break us free of this place. Another clue to our escape is a list of names next to the diagram of the hole.

The animals gather around me, afraid.

A frantic chase ensues with the unseen enemy, across the landscape.

Eventually finding the correct ice-hole, I shatter the surface, and we dive in en force.




Change of scene, change of worlds.




In a stormy night sea alone.

A yellow fish trying to steal my crown.
I plunge in and out of the heavy waves to dodge it.

On the creaking wreckage of a ship now.
Shark circling fathomless water below.
She has a shark body and a human head, with blonde hair.

In a immense crash of waves and spray, she leaps through the bough onto the ship, with an unearthly, deafening scream.


Utter pain, anger and loss.


Thrashing and shrieking through a storm of her creation,
She is weeping the ocean from her eyes.

Dream #4

Image taken from Valerie & Her Week Of Wonders

Large, beautiful cottage painted white

Early autumnal sunny day

Light streams through the house

Amazing kitsch things

I love this place

Everyone I know past and present is here

I find two old keys

Each with something different inscribed on them

Can't remember what they say

All I know is I'm crying endlessly

Hiding away in secret rooms alone

Behind the fireplace

A kind woman is looking after me

Tears keep coming

Dream #3

My fiance and I are housesitting for a friend of mine. Her house is epic in size, huge apartments the size of mansions. The paint has been bright in previous years, but is now dull and peeling.

She has a grey rabbit.

She tells us the house is 'very' haunted, and recounts a couple of sightings. The first is of someone trudging to the corner of her living room, and standing there, head hung low. The second takes place in the large surrounding gardens, viewed from her top floor. A woman with long straight sixties style hair sits naked in ferns in a flower bed, laughing. She appears to be reacting nervously to a lover not yet visible. Suddenly, her expression changes to one of fear, and holding a pale arm above her face, she screams silently as the grey hunched figure of a man takes her head clean off with a shovel. He digs underneath the body, and covers it.

She is convinced by seeing this scene re-enacted over time that there is a something buried in that area. All this seems disturbing to her, yet there is an air of putting up and getting on with things.

I get a sense that there are so many ghosts here it's unimaginable.

She leaves to go to a roof garden party nearby. Later I see her, drunk and giggling, exposing her white tights and crotch to the world.

I have to care for her rabbit while she is gone, so my partner and I take it outside. We know we must, without fail, get it out of the area completely hidden from view, as if we were to expose it near the 'grave', the ghost would rise and something unbelievably horrible would happen.

The rabbit comes adrift from the bag/paper I have secured it in, so I stop to wrap it up. I try to disguise it as a kind of wrapped bread. Somehow this is a like changing a baby, I'm coaxing and cooing to it as I do so, assuring it everything will be fine. Partner keeps a furtive lookout.
The rabbit speaks back in a soft voice, neither male nor female. Can't understand what it is saying.

Sense of encouragement and sadness in its' words.

But we know it's too late. Exposing the rabbit has already set a rising dread into motion.

The air is thick.

Dream #2

I am bleeding. It is part of the greater scheme of things though, and must be tolerated. Swimming in murky water. Feathers from a beautiful girl fall from a box on the side of a partly submerged building.

I catch them one by one, knowing she is gone.

Still bleeding.

Dream #1

Dreamed of injured cats again
Bred in cages with matted
Fur

Mewing

My Work 2008

Makurokurosuke

Hello, I've joined Blogspot to share some fragments of my brain; my interest in all things dark, dreams I've had and some of my artwork.

'Makurokurosuke' is a term used in Miyazaki's Totoro to describe something unseen/spooky, and literally translated means 'very black black thing'.