Creepy Art for a Creepy Day

Last Night I Saw the Ghost Ship
Watercolor on Paper, 2007

Nate's pretty cool about nightmares. If he has one (usually around 9:30 or 10), he'll usually tell us about it in the morning, all cheerfully. "Hands!" he'll say. "Hands down there! Touched me on the shoulder!" Which is creepy enough, but sometimes it's feet reaching through the bars. One morning, he told us the floor was spinning. It looks like he'll be like me -- an active dreamer, and prone to remember it pretty clearly. Of course, I wouldn't complain if he avoids my years of childhood night terrors. So far, so good. Oh, and this painting has nothing to do with a ghost ship. That was my dream. Last night. (Yeah, I'm 36.) Nate rode it with me, and he got a kick out of it. Hey, if he can fight off shoulder-stalking extremities with good humor, what are a few spirits rising from the foamy surf? Happy Halloween, kids of all ages.

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[jax]

Active dreamers = writers.

Kiss that cushy retirement bye-bye.