Showing posts with label nightmare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nightmare. Show all posts

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Brian's Art

I was able to get some pictures off of Brian, even one he made for me. I wasn't allowed to post ones that had his name on, so I only took the ones I was allowed to have. They are strange, and very disturbing for me. I hope he gets through his nightmares.


 This was the first one he did; he made many of these over and over again. Same symbol, same colors. He was very urgent about them, and nearly screamed when he showed them to me, telling me they were important. How, I do not know. However, I recognize this symbol from the snake hallucination Alice had about a month ago.

 He drew this when I asked him to show me what the Tailor looked like in his dream. I asked him to draw a face, or some hair on him but Brian seemed set on him remaining faceless. He added the blood in last, I'm not sure if it was a mistake on his part or not, but its definitely like the dream he told me about.

Lastly, is this. It seems even though the nightmare scared him, he was still able to draw some birds for me. Apparently my love of birds rubs off on others. They are rather cute, aren't they?

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Nightmares

Life has been normal for the most part, it's been uninteresting even in terms of Bird Watching. However, today something rather disturbing was brought to my attention by Brian. He told me that he had a bad dream last night, and the night before last night. I know this is usual for children, but it is what he told me the dream was about. He said, "a tall tailor with scissors for hands." It's not hard to figure out where his brain dug this nightmare up from. I then asked him what the tailor did in his dreams, thinking it had to do with the poem.

Instead, he told me that the tailor did nothing to him. The dream he had two nights ago was simply him looking out a window at the tailor, and last night it was the same only this time the tailor was closer. He was very shaken by telling me this, and even started crying. Of course, I felt very guilty as it's my doing he knew the poem anyway. When his parents came to get him, I explained to them about the dream after some difficulty and they blew me off. I'm very concerned for Brian, even though I know it's simply a dream that comes with childhood I couldn't help but beat myself up about it.


What was such a story doing in a day care, anyway?