I really love this. I've been following your for a while, and I normally don't comment, and your art is too adorable, and I'm sort of bad for not saying anything. But I love the concept of this so much. Of course it's beautiful, but it sort of hits me in a weird way. I don't have "nice dreams". Nice things don't happen. I have dreams with plots and people suffering and magic and fighting dragons. One time I had a dream about a man who was a rebel in a war and he and his family was captured. He allowed (on the condition that they'd release his wife and sons) them to remove one of his hands as a mark of a traitor. But before they cut it off they pulverized it with a meat hammer. I woke up in the middle of this and instead of freaking out I went back to sleep because I wanted to see the next scene. Your picture just... sort of makes me feel like that weird, dark part of myself isn't so strange as I'm afraid it might be.