So besides having dreams about fish, the other recurring theme I have is of outer space. Usually in all my spacey dreams humanity ends up dead either by Earth getting sucked into a black hole or the sun exploding and frying us. No matter what these dreams consist of or how they end, I'm always horrified and scared. I only remember the last two space dreams I had, the most recent one being just last week.
Space Dream of Doom #1:
All was well with the world and our solar system, and then for some reason it turned out that Pluto was really a gigantic black hole (how ironic considering it's recent degredation from planet to asteroid) and it sucked us all up. D:
Space Dream of Doom #2:
There was a scientist somewhere who was experimenting with creating mini-universes in a laboratory. He had managed to create a mini-galaxy and kept it in a jar so it wouldn't disturb anything; however, he failed to take into consideration that even a mini-galaxy would have an extremely dense core by which it would attract and keep in its orbit the other stars and gases. This particular mini-galaxy became so dense that it turned into a black hole, broke out of the jar, and sucked us all up. o_O;
Geez, wtf? Seriously, where's Freud or Jung when you need them?
About Me
- Artymesia
- No, my name really isn't Artymesia (though that would be awesome!), except here in the high-tech, blogging world. I realized very recently that art is my thing, it's what I'm good at and also love doing. As such, I am hoping to get my name and art out there and see where it takes me (maybe to the Louvre one day!). All art posted to my blog is original, except where stated otherwise. Originals and prints are available to buy, and I also take commissions. Please e-mail if you are interested. Thanks for looking! :)
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