Mixed visual and text diary.
An ocean poem sings itself into my mind just before I fall asleep.
It's always a weird day after a night of unpleasant dreams.
Back in July I had a wacky dream I recorded in a sketchbook. I finally got around to illustrating it.
Jet lag feels like dreaming... which makes sense, as that's what I spend much of my time doing.
Freewrite prompt: "I walk into a white room."
My daily writing prompts, and recent exercise, make their way into my dreams.