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  1. The Places in My Dreams

    The world within, the world of my dreams, is similar to the one I walk through every day. But it is different.

    The streets bend strangely. The rooms open where they should not. The people and places are often indifferent to me, and sometimes, they are even antagonistic.

    They are not merely people and places. They are representations of emotions I have not yet worked through from the previous day. Sixteen waking hours are not enough to fully grasp all that I have experienced, endured, feared, desired, regretted, or misunderstood.

    And so, in the night, these things come alive.

    They take on faces. They become houses, roads, crowds, locked doors, ruined landscapes, familiar rooms made unfamiliar. They guide me through the shadow lands—not always kindly, but truthfully. They show me what I could not see while awake.

    My dreams are not escapes from the day.

    They are the day returning in another form, asking to be understood.

    Some nights I find myself back in places I have never been, and yet they feel older than memory. A school that was never my school. A church with hallways that keep multiplying. A childhood home rearranged by grief. A city I know by instinct, though no map has ever held it.

    In these places, I am often trying to get somewhere.

    I am late. I am lost. I am looking for someone. I am trying to explain myself to people who will not listen. I am searching for a room, a door, a vehicle, a path, a way home. Sometimes I am carrying something fragile. Sometimes I have forgotten what I was supposed to carry. Sometimes I am responsible for a task I do not understand, surrounded by people who seem to know the rules but refuse to tell me.

    This is the cruelty of the dream world: everyone else seems initiated.

    They move through the strange landscape as if it is ordinary. They know which hallway leads out, which road is safe, which bus to board, which door not to open. I am the stranger in a world that somehow belongs to me. I am the dreamer, and yet I am not in control.

    Perhaps this is why the places feel antagonistic. They do not hate me. They are simply unwilling to flatter me. They will not pretend I am finished with what I have not faced. They will not comfort me with easy explanations. They turn my emotions into architecture and ask me to walk through them.

    Fear becomes a narrow bridge.

    Regret becomes a house with too many locked rooms.

    Anger becomes a storm on the edge of town.

    Shame becomes a crowd that sees me before I am ready to be seen.

    Grief becomes a road that always returns to the same place.

    And longing—longing becomes a light in a window I can never quite reach.

    I wake from these dreams with the feeling that I have traveled farther than my body could have gone. I have crossed cities, fields, stairways, basements, sanctuaries, ruins, and train stations. I have spoken with the dead and avoided the living. I have been judged by strangers and ignored by friends. I have wandered through the unfinished weather of my own soul.

    Then morning comes, and the ordinary world returns.

    The walls are where I left them. The floor is solid. The dog needs to go out. The coffee waits. The phone glows with its small demands. The day begins again, pretending to be separate from the night.

    But I know better.

    The dream has left its residue. A feeling follows me, sometimes faint, sometimes heavy. A hallway from the dream lingers inside the hallway of the house. A face from the night appears behind the face of someone I know. A mood clings to the morning like fog.

    The shadow lands do not vanish when I wake.

    They retreat.

    They wait beneath the visible world, beneath errands and conversations, beneath sermons and chores, beneath the version of myself that knows how to answer when someone asks, “How are you?”

    I say, “I’m fine.”

    But somewhere beneath that answer, an entire city is still burning, or flooding, or rebuilding itself in the dark.

    #ContemplativeWriting #creativeNonfiction #daVinci #dali #dreamCity #dreamJournal #dreams #dreamscape #emotionalGeography #Escher #Fear #gothicReflection #grief #Healing #Imagination #impossibleArchitecture #innerLandscape #innerWorld #KeithLyndaker #labyrinth #longing #MentalHealth #nightVisions #ProsePoem #regret #sacredImagination #selfReflection #shadowLands #shame #SpiritualReflection #subconscious #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicLandscape #visionaryArt
  2. The Dance of Dissonance

    Sometimes 
    I find myself lost
    at the end of
    a confusing day
    trying to decipher labyrinthian relations
    and coming up short,
    suddenly wondering
    how a day I thought good
    was not for another,
    caught up in
    opposing realities
    where mine is suspect
    and empathy is a struggle.

    The brain fog
    of past illness
    has left its trailing
    fingers over my head
    like the cigarette smoke
    of the man I see one morning standing with his back to me on the dock outside the store where I used to work
    and I wonder why he is there.

    I am suspicious, feeling responsible for what is no longer mine to care about, so I observe, yet remain at a distance and leave without really discovering if his presence is innocent.

    Such is the dance of dissonance.
    I am close enough to see your back but too far to see your face clearly,
    afraid that if I look too closely I will not like what  I see or that I will recognize some ugly part of me.

    I want to hear
    that which runs
    counter to my experience
    but I must be honest and say that my capacity to understand the complexities of human behavior is diminishing.

    I long for circles that are completely safe,
    where the people I pass on the walk home illicit in me feelings other than fear,
    lust, guilt, or judgement,
    all of which mirror
    the overwhelming sense
    of dislike
    I feel from the
    world, and from myself perhaps.

    It is my inability to not receive everything personally, this overwhelming sadness,  unprotected by my hypervigilance, where I still seem to miss what is most important, and no matter how much I try to hold everything together, I cannot keep things from unraveling.

    How do I continue to remain caring and yet not take on burdens that are not mine to carry?

    This then is the strange choreography of relationship, the stumbling herky-jerky movements of a marionette pulled by invisible strings, revealed in the bright lights of another angry stage.

    Yet we dance.
    Through the pain of revelation.
    The occasional stepping on of toes.
    In the percieved exposure of audience eyes.
    Shedding these inadequate masks and costumes one by one.
    Finding our own rhythm in the strange movings of this particular
    circle of love.

    Beg: June 5, 2026
    Fin: June 30, 2026
    #brainFog #circleOfLove #danceOfRelationship #dissonance #dock #emotionalBoundaries #emotionalReflection #empathy #GriefAndGrace #healingJourney #humanRelationships #hypervigilance #innerHealing #invisibleStrings #June2026 #labyrinth #marionette #Masks #MentalHealth #pastoralReflection #photorealisticIllustration #relationshipAnxiety #selfCompassion #SelfDoubt #SpiritualReflection #stage #surrealArt #surrealism #symbolicArt #unraveling #vulnerability
  3. This video displays a digitally animated, glowing purple and blue octopus centered against a dark, star-filled cosmic background. Its head is a multifaceted, crystalline orb containing a swirling pink and blue galaxy. Bright cyan light emanates from beneath the creature and from within its body, highlighting textured skin with small luminous dots. Below the octopus, the white, glowing text "OctopAI" is prominently displayed.

    #OctopusArt, #AIArt, #SciFiArt, #CosmicArt, #DigitalIllustration, #FantasyArt, #GalaxyArt, #NeonArt, #GlowingArt, #CreatureDesign, #DeepSea, #SpaceArt, #MysticalArt, #SurrealArt, #TechArt, #ConceptArt, #Futuristic, #OctopAI, #ArtStation, #DigitalPainting, #VibrantArt, #art, #ai, #aiart, #aichallenge, #aicommunity

  4. Summer Fun (9 Photos)

    From vibrant walls in the Netherlands to cute creatures chalked onto sidewalks, these playful artworks scream summer! This collection brings together cheerful murals and incredible beach carvings. You will also find nature-sized sculptures and mind-bending surreal street art. We are traveling from Milan to Wyoming and beyond! More: Clever Spring Signs (10 Photos) 💦 1. Joyful Explosion — By Rosalie de Graaf in Zwolle, Netherlands 🇳🇱 A massive mural of four laughing children […]

    streetartutopia.com/2026/04/18

  5. This piece is about being in nature trying something new connecting with the spirit of nature
    Created with ohuhu watercolour brrushpens and a water brush
    #art #originalartwork #watercolor #watercplour #traditionalart #ohuhu #querrartist #surrealart #spiritualart

  6. 11 Beautiful Artworks That Seem to Grow From Nature

    Some artworks don’t just sit in nature—they become part of it. Around the world, artists are crafting sculptures and murals that seamlessly merge with their surroundings, using trees, vines, and landscapes as living elements of their work. These 11 pieces don’t fight against nature; they grow with it. From giant figures emerging from forests to street art that transforms urban greenery into playful illusions, these eight stunning creations prove that art and nature can exist in perfect […]

    streetartutopia.com/2025/09/22

  7. 14 Street Art 3D Masterpieces You Won’t Believe Are Real

    Get ready to be mesmerized by the fascinating world of 3D street art! In today's blog post, we'll delve into the mind-bending realm of anamorphic masterpieces, as we explore how these optical illusions are created and what makes them so captivating. So, buckle up and let's dive into the intriguing world of 3D street art! It’s all about perspective! The Art of Anamorphosis: Creating Illusions Anamorphosis, the technique behind 3D street art, involves creating distorted images that only […]

    streetartutopia.com/2025/03/01

  8. Mindfulness. An elegant woman sits in contemplative meditation. She exudes tranquility and calmness. A surreal portrait collage made of paper with watercolor added.

    Link to Collage:
    ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #surreal #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #artsy

  9. Dos Hombres. Portrait of two Spanish men against an abstract background. Elegant, gallant, youthful and handsome. Handmade collage using paper and watercolor.

    Link to Collage:
    ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #surreal #gifts #RetiredAttorney #ErnestoBeckford #SurrealArt #LGBT

  10. Couple Under Stars. Star-crossed lovers, under a canopy of stars and in a sea of love. Handmade collage from paper and watercolor. Good night everyone.

    Link to Collage:
    ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #surreal #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #romanticart

  11. Bow Tie. Putting on the finishing touches for a night out in the town: a feathered headdress, wig, gold-leaf mascara, a fancy suit, and a bow tie. Now ready to dance. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #bowtie

  12. Saint Sebastian Martyr. Saint Sebastian was an early Christian saint and martyr. He was tied to a tree and shot with arrows, though this did not kill him. This unique collage updates San Sebastian to show the beauty of his martyrdom. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #saints

  13. I Hear Sirens Calling. That crossroad in our lives, when we hear the sirens calling, and we wonder whether to follow them or plug our ears and move on a different path. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #sirens

  14. Saint Sebastian Martyr. Saint Sebastian was an early Christian saint and
    martyr. He was tied to a tree and shot with arrows, though this did not kill
    him. This unique collage updates San Sebastian to show the beauty of his
    martyrdom. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage:

    ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #Saints

  15. Bow Tie. Putting on the finishing touches for a night out in the town: a
    feathered headdress, wig, gold-leaf mascara, a fancy suit, and a bow tie.
    Now ready to dance. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe
    ernesto-beckford.html

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #bow tie

  16. Saint Sebastian Martyr. Saint Sebastian was an early Christian saint and
    martyr. He was tied to a tree and shot with arrows, though this did not kill
    him. This unique collage updates San Sebastian to show the beauty of his
    martyrdom. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe
    sebastian-martyr-ernesto-beckford.html

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #Saints

  17. I Hear Sirens Calling. That crossroad in our lives, when we hear the sirens
    calling, and we wonder whether to follow them or plug our ears and move
    on a different path. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe
    calling-ernesto-beckford.html

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #sirens

  18. Bow Tie. Putting on the finishing touches for a night out in the town: a feathered headdress, wig, gold-leaf mascara, a fancy suit, and a bow tie. Now ready to dance. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #bowtie

  19. Saint Sebastian Martyr. Saint Sebastian was an early Christian saint and martyr. He was tied to a tree and shot with arrows, though this did not kill him. This unique collage updates San Sebastian to show the beauty of his martyrdom. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #saints

  20. I Hear Sirens Calling. That crossroad in our lives, when we hear the sirens calling, and we wonder whether to follow them or plug our ears and move on a different path. Handmade collage.

    Link to Collage: ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #gifts #RetiredAttorney #SurrealArt #Art #sirens

  21. Sun and Moon in the Blue Hours. That moment of twilight, just before sunrise, when the Moon is resting her head, facing West, and the Sun has opened his eyes, staring East across the horizon.

    Link to Collage:
    ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #collage #SurrealArt #sunandmoon #MastoArt

  22. The Red Wig. During the 1960’s, upper middle class women in Buenos Aires Argentina wore fashionable wigs and expensive clothes. I think the wigs were a way to hide from the brutality around us. The eyes express lost hope and disillusionment. The red rose in her hand is a grasp at beauty. Water color collage.

    Link to the Collage:
    ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #surreal #gifts #RetiredAttorney #ErnestoBeckford #SurrealArt

  23. Sun and Moon in the Blue Hours. That moment of twilight, just before sunrise, when the Moon is resting her head, facing West, and the Sun has opened his eyes, staring East across the horizon.

    Link to Collage:
    ernesto-beckford.pixels.com/fe

    #MastoArt #collage #surreal #gifts #RetiredAttorney #ErnestoBeckford #SurrealArt #sunandmoon