Dreamt that my little brother died. He was Christian Bale. I brought him back from the dead with witchcraft damning my soul forever so I could take a photo of him smiling for our mom.

Christian wouldn’t smile. He was a dick to me about being a half zombie. I yelled at him, “You have no idea what I have done to bring you back!”

He didn’t remember how to unbutton shirts. I had to do it for him.

All I wanted was one good photo of him to make my dream mom smile. Is that asking too much?

Black and white photo/self portrait. Location: Michigan, USA.

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Filed under: dreams,photography,writing - @ 13 September 2013 03:41

Tags: art, dreams, photography, writing