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Following a flood of nightmares, I had to do some art to get them out, and understand why.
This is what I call flow art, it just ends up being what it is without me focusing on the future of the art and just letting it come out.

WARNING: Nightmare under the line.

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You are a child. Your parents are going out. You give your mom the talisman that you think keeps you safe. There are others around, but the one you give your mom is a real one, it'll keep her safe.

They'll be back later, they're just out for a bit. Your worried anyway, there's been news of a murderer on the loose. Your mom takes the talisman.

They've been out for a bit and you feel the anxiety rising. When will they come back? Did the murderer get them? Did the talisman not work?

Then you hear a window shatter, and freeze in fear. No.

It can't be.

But it is.

You see him walking down the hall, many times taller than you. You are a child, he is not. He has an axe in his hand.

He stops, and looks at you.

He smiles.

You scramble and grab a talisman. You hold it to your chest and chant for the god to save you. "Please, save me! Please! Please!"

But the magic's not there for you. The god isn't in this talisman. It's with your mother. You know it in your heart. All these false talismen wont protect you.

The murderer has been watching, laughing, walking towards you. You aren't a threat to him, but you are fun to play with.

"Please don't" You are crying. Desperately. Tears rolling down your face, your heart falling into despair. You know what he knows.

He will win, you will die.

Desperately you flee. You run to another room in your previously safe house. The place you could feel comfortable.

Your mother left her phone! You grab it, and call 911. You talk in such a calm voice the operator doesn't believe you, you were whispering, she's going to hang up.

You start crying again, desperately pleading with the operator to save you.

He heard you. You know he did.

"Did you do something bad? They wont save you in time you know."

You throw the phone and flee to another room.

In the back room, you find a tarp you used for camping and huddle under it.

You make it look like a mess, like it was thrown there. And he passes you by.

You sit in fear. You're body is fearful, you can't move anymore, you try to stiffle your crying, your breathing. He'll hear you if you cry but you let out a sob.

He's come back.

Please! No! He didn't hear you! No! No!No!

He's coming closer, slower, his grin returning as he hears your cry get louder.

Then you realise it's a dream, then you realise you can't stop the dream, you can't get out of it. The fear is still there, you can't move, and you're awake.

He's still there.

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I wanted to leave it at that but ... when I realised it was a dream, i cried out for Patrick, and he yelled at the man to dissapear till he did. He picked me up, in the childs form, and told me to wake up. To get out of the dream, and try and talk to a friend or listen to soothing music.

As I woke up I was still talking to him, and he talked until the paralzing fear in my legs went away, and I relaxed into the pillows I surround myself in.

Idk. Patrick is ... more than a character at this point, and I guess that's wierd. But he helps.

I had a couple more nightmares after this, but none as severly paralyzing.

Description
Following a flood of nightmares, I had to do some art to get them out, and understand why.
This is what I call flow art, it just ends up being what it is without me focusing on the future of the art and just letting it come out.

WARNING: Nightmare under the line.

_______________________________________________________________________

You are a child. Your parents are going out. You give your mom the talisman that you think keeps you safe. There are others around, but the one you give your mom is a real one, it'll keep her safe.

They'll be back later, they're just out for a bit. Your worried anyway, there's been news of a murderer on the loose. Your mom takes the talisman.

They've been out for a bit and you feel the anxiety rising. When will they come back? Did the murderer get them? Did the talisman not work?

Then you hear a window shatter, and freeze in fear. No.

It can't be.

But it is.

You see him walking down the hall, many times taller than you. You are a child, he is not. He has an axe in his hand.

He stops, and looks at you.

He smiles.

You scramble and grab a talisman. You hold it to your chest and chant for the god to save you. "Please, save me! Please! Please!"

But the magic's not there for you. The god isn't in this talisman. It's with your mother. You know it in your heart. All these false talismen wont protect you.

The murderer has been watching, laughing, walking towards you. You aren't a threat to him, but you are fun to play with.

"Please don't" You are crying. Desperately. Tears rolling down your face, your heart falling into despair. You know what he knows.

He will win, you will die.

Desperately you flee. You run to another room in your previously safe house. The place you could feel comfortable.

Your mother left her phone! You grab it, and call 911. You talk in such a calm voice the operator doesn't believe you, you were whispering, she's going to hang up.

You start crying again, desperately pleading with the operator to save you.

He heard you. You know he did.

"Did you do something bad? They wont save you in time you know."

You throw the phone and flee to another room.

In the back room, you find a tarp you used for camping and huddle under it.

You make it look like a mess, like it was thrown there. And he passes you by.

You sit in fear. You're body is fearful, you can't move anymore, you try to stiffle your crying, your breathing. He'll hear you if you cry but you let out a sob.

He's come back.

Please! No! He didn't hear you! No! No!No!

He's coming closer, slower, his grin returning as he hears your cry get louder.

Then you realise it's a dream, then you realise you can't stop the dream, you can't get out of it. The fear is still there, you can't move, and you're awake.

He's still there.

________________________________

I wanted to leave it at that but ... when I realised it was a dream, i cried out for Patrick, and he yelled at the man to dissapear till he did. He picked me up, in the childs form, and told me to wake up. To get out of the dream, and try and talk to a friend or listen to soothing music.

As I woke up I was still talking to him, and he talked until the paralzing fear in my legs went away, and I relaxed into the pillows I surround myself in.

Idk. Patrick is ... more than a character at this point, and I guess that's wierd. But he helps.

I had a couple more nightmares after this, but none as severly paralyzing.