Once when I was 6 years old after a rich supper with oysters I had a dream.
She was sitting just in front of me…naked.. with her legs wide spread and a scarlet dog in her hands. A beautiful woman. A dream in a dream. She was looking straight into my eyes as if she wanted to drill a hole in my soul.
- Don’t be afraid, sugar, - she sad caressing the growling dog, - Just come closer and nestle up to me. Beelzebul won’t mind.
I touched her breast, it was tender like the cheesecake I had ate the day before.
- Can I go deeper?
- Of course, sugar.
She leaned over to me, opened her mouth and I saw her tongue growing and turning into a snake with diamond eyes. I woke up. I don’t know why, but after having seen this dream I made my first drawing. I called it later Liquid dream
She was sitting just in front of me…naked.. with her legs wide spread and a scarlet dog in her hands. A beautiful woman. A dream in a dream. She was looking straight into my eyes as if she wanted to drill a hole in my soul.
- Don’t be afraid, sugar, - she sad caressing the growling dog, - Just come closer and nestle up to me. Beelzebul won’t mind.
I touched her breast, it was tender like the cheesecake I had ate the day before.
- Can I go deeper?
- Of course, sugar.
She leaned over to me, opened her mouth and I saw her tongue growing and turning into a snake with diamond eyes. I woke up. I don’t know why, but after having seen this dream I made my first drawing. I called it later Liquid dream
Aaron Schnorbitz, Wrecks of memories, 2006, Hangman publications Ltd.
