I’ve been up since about 4 this morning in part because of a dream i had. The dream was sparked by a picture i once saw. None of the people were identified, no location, the approximate time was 1899-1900 and the only caption read “on the way to a lynching”

The taking of this image was where the dream started where it went was surreal, supernatural & pretty out there even by my standards. I hesitate to write it all out as i feel i might forget a detail. ive been spending most of the morning trying to remember all the pits and pieces and put them in some sort of order. “The Dandelion King” are the only words i can remember from the dream so perhaps thats what i’ll call it when all the ideas are collected into something coherent. Needless to say i will have my sketch book with me all day.