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Sarah Williams had only dreamt one dream since the age of fifteen. Oh, she was sure there were other midnight forays of mischief and whimsy, but she never remembered them.

For all intents and purposes, there was just the one dream, and the time for it had come again.

It always felt so lucid; she sometimes wondered if she were truly asleep and not actually lost to that strange Otherland.

The hazy dreamscape where she spent so many hours in contemplation never changed.

That is, until now.

This time, for the first time since the vague reality of her teenage misadventure, she was not alone.

Before her dream-self could initiate fight or flight, the interloper spoke.

"Miss Williams, your vacillations long ago grew wearisome, and time grows shorter still. I make you one final proposal: your dreams or mine?"
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I. Um. Yes. Aside from that bit above, there isn't an actual story that goes along with this. It just sort of… happened. Knowing my brain though, it'll come up with a story sooner or later and attack me with it. That's what always seems to happen.

Also, I draw Jareth's nose different every single time. Sometimes more Bowie, sometimes less Bowie. This time is less Bowie.

Materials: Copic Multiliners, Opaque White, and Markers; Reeves Gouache; instant coffee on smooth bristol (As a general rule, don't do it. Your paper will warp, and you will cry. And then there will be ironing involved. I just didn't have watercolor paper big enough and knew what I was getting into from the start.)

Description
Final on Tumblr WIP 1 WIP 2 WIP 3 WIP 4

Prints on Society6
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Sarah Williams had only dreamt one dream since the age of fifteen. Oh, she was sure there were other midnight forays of mischief and whimsy, but she never remembered them.

For all intents and purposes, there was just the one dream, and the time for it had come again.

It always felt so lucid; she sometimes wondered if she were truly asleep and not actually lost to that strange Otherland.

The hazy dreamscape where she spent so many hours in contemplation never changed.

That is, until now.

This time, for the first time since the vague reality of her teenage misadventure, she was not alone.

Before her dream-self could initiate fight or flight, the interloper spoke.

"Miss Williams, your vacillations long ago grew wearisome, and time grows shorter still. I make you one final proposal: your dreams or mine?"
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I. Um. Yes. Aside from that bit above, there isn't an actual story that goes along with this. It just sort of… happened. Knowing my brain though, it'll come up with a story sooner or later and attack me with it. That's what always seems to happen.

Also, I draw Jareth's nose different every single time. Sometimes more Bowie, sometimes less Bowie. This time is less Bowie.

Materials: Copic Multiliners, Opaque White, and Markers; Reeves Gouache; instant coffee on smooth bristol (As a general rule, don't do it. Your paper will warp, and you will cry. And then there will be ironing involved. I just didn't have watercolor paper big enough and knew what I was getting into from the start.)