A long dream mostly lost, alas. I was in a dance group of animal people. Forget what species I was. Felt so good, touching others, being touched. Warm, loving. Held and hugged, healed in heart and body. Belonged!

1981/2/16: Silky's Massage

I try to draw the feeling of that dance troupe. Draw ink comics late into the night; but the scene keeps sliding away to other dreams, expressing fears & pains instead! I find myself titling it Scream of Consciousness Comics.

Unsurprisingly, by 2AM my neck and shoulders hurt. Half asleep, I feel Silky my mare-familiar come snuggle up to me; she massages the knots out, and says "You can't draw healing by working to death!"

2021/11/2

Just found the old picture of Silky massaging me, liked it, looked up its dream, and decide to post it. Draw the dancers--but not at 2 AM! Leisurely, this time. Based the dancers on poses in manga I'm reading, mainly Witch Hat Atelier and Nameless Asterism. Though I've turned them from humans to furs, of course.