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it’s funny, I’m one of those people that hardly remembers their dreams. But when i do, my brain seems to think it’s okay to come up with hashed up, sometimes creepy versions of happenings from the previous day. ‘It’s okay, she won’t remember i don’t need to be creative.’ Stupid lazy brain is even lazy while it sleeps! This is one of those happenings i dreamt a week ago about Lola needing hair-clips.
oh and, it’s not meant to make logical sense. If you’re wondering.

this is a self portrait I did in an art journaling class. We had to start visually and then move onto a written description of ourselves. Which I did in sections inside my face. What a beautiful class it was. We later went onto dream analysis.
(via valeriechua)