#dream of last night.

I dreamed I had the lushest, silkiest, honey-colored beard and mustache. A beauty to behold.

Then I woke up.

People specialize. There are countless 'tip of spear' #Activism pieces of the puzzle and even more 'part of the shaft' #Solution pieces. All in a chaotic pile, still in the box, seeking connection.

We need a flat organized underground where with patience and creativity puzzle piece connectors put them together, an united #commons to let a new picture appear until the puzzle is complete and - to step out of the analogy - we moved post- #hypercapitalism as a species.

One can hope. And #dream. :D

Last of my #PastInktobers, #dream. In my dreams I float high above a field of an abundant field of pesticide free flowers where everybody is treated with dignity and there is no hunger or other mean political games where men with limited fantasy try to grab all for themselves. What a fitting theme to round these prompts off with. >>> #FountainPen #WaterColour #Pencils #MixedMedia #Midori #InkyParker51

I dreamed about a girl named Alice, who found a portal to the Realm of Dreams and was accepted by the inhabitants as one of them.

Years later, she returned to the normal world and found her childhood home had been absorbed by the local university. The dean was the man who molested her as a child, causing her to flee in the first place.

To expose him, Alice had to unearth her own trauma and risk her connection to the Dream, helped by a fellow social misfit named Sam.