Dream Soul

Dreams are strange. Mine are usually confusing, jumping around and going in many different directions. Sometimes I can almost control them, other times all I can do is watch them unfold. They often seem so clear as they're happening, and occasionally, they still seem to make sense just after I wake up. But then as conciousness takes over, the dream fades into a fuzzy memory, leaving only fragments and glimpses that I try all morning to piece back together.

7" x 10", watercolor and ink on watercolor paper