Dreamed on Sunday morning, November 18, 2001

Trailer-Park Elf

        I am a blonde man in a world where “fantasy” and “reality” realms have overlapped.  I work with an elf man (who, traumatized, has aged like a human being) trying to track down an elf woman who has gone mad.  We have to find her soon, because her crazed magic keeps generating or unleashing monsters and monstrous rogue forces, endangering elves and humanity alike.  We trace down her purchase of a trailer on a small plot of land several years ago.  The elf, craving reassurance, says that she must have already been mad when she bought the property; I can tell it offends him to think of an elf wanting to settle in a human place.  I tell him no, the evidence shows that, whatever her reasons, she had been sane at the time of the purchase.  The property may, however, have something to do with destroying her sanity.

        In waking life I am not a blonde man, but a dark, mixed-blood Indian woman, although blue-eyed like the elf in the picture; it was incredibly disconcerting to realize--after I had drawn her--that she looked strikingly like my younger self, only paler and of course messier.  The contents of the resultant picture also disturbed me no end; I felt like the character insisted that I add details that repelled me.

        A prior dream, circa 1989, established that elves and human beings had diverged for so long that now elves would go mad if they stayed too long in human realms.  This dream is part of that “dreamverse”.

        This picture was created in Photoshop.